Friday, August 29, 2008


This morning Eliza Claire was sitting on the potty. She passed gas and made a funny expression. I think she was wondering what happened. To help her have words for this phenomenon I said, "Eliza Claire you passed gas." She looked up at me with a big smile on her face and said, "My Daddy get gas!"

After I quit laughing, I realized what she was telling me. Last night on the way home, Michael stopped at the gas station to get gas in Henry (the van). He had all the kids with him. She recognized the word and was trying to associate it with what I had just told her.

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