So last night Fecklet’s having his bath, and he’s happily splashing about playing with his bath toys while I sit beside him reading my book (Identical Strangers, about identical twins separated at birth who met when they were 35).

Then he starts saying something.

I look up. In one hand, he has a rubber elephant. In the other, a rubber zebra. The zebra is munching on the elephant’s head, and Fecklet is chanting, “Braaaaiiinnnssss…braaaaiiiinnnnssss…”

I’m so proud.

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   At 9:30 am Biddy said:

   A chip off the old block! Kewl!

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   At 9:50 am Jan Jones said:

   Moments like that are just made to treasure.

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   At 10:10 am amanda ashby said:

   Love it!!!! Actually my son went through a major arm licking phase which I had to put in my zombie book. Waste not want not, that’s what I say (actually, it’s probably what most zombies say as well!!!)

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4. 
   At 10:27 am Julie said:

   I did think of you, Amanda.

   Arm licking? That is odd. Can’t wait to read your book.

   Biddy, it’s scary sometimes.

   Jan, yes, and to tell his future girlfriends. I also got some good naked drumming photos as future blackmail material…

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5. 
   At 2:08 pm Michelle Styles said:

   Ah blackmail material always good.

   Boys just play differently than girls…

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   At 6:04 pm Kimberly Lang said:

   I love it.

   (Does kinda make me wonder about the dinner-table conversations at your house, though… )

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7. 
   At 1:37 am ehle said:

   Now, see, if I could be guaranteed a kid like that, I might want one!

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