I couldn't wait for Luke to learn to talk. It seemed to take forever and I was ecstatic when he began putting sentences together. However, the more he speaks, the more aware I become of his (sometimes unwanted) opinion. And, thus Luke-isms were born...
I placed his dinner of grilled chicken and peas in front of him tonight, only to hear him say, "Ooooh Mommy, stinky foot. No ma'an. No ma'an."
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