January 24, 2009 | parenthood

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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   Biddy says:

   A chip off the old block! Kewl!

   January 24, 2009 @ 9:30 am
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   Jan Jones says:

   Moments like that are just made to treasure.

   January 24, 2009 @ 9:50 am
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   amanda ashby says:

   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!!!)

   January 24, 2009 @ 10:10 am
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   Julie says:

   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…

   January 24, 2009 @ 10:27 am
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   Michelle Styles says:

   Ah blackmail material always good.

   Boys just play differently than girls…

   January 24, 2009 @ 2:08 pm
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   Kimberly Lang says:

   I love it.

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

   January 24, 2009 @ 6:04 pm
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   ehle says:

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

   January 26, 2009 @ 1:37 am