Mateo: Mommy, my have boo-boo. (points to small scratch on arm)
Me: Uh-oh. Are you ok?
Mateo: Yes.
Me: What happened?
Mateo: Car crash.
Next day
Mateo: Uh-oh. Daddy boo-boo. (points to small dot on nose)
Dave: Yes, I have a very small boo-boo, but I'm ok.
Mateo: Car crash Daddy?
Apparently everyone with a boo-boo has been in a car crash. Which means he's been in about a hundred.
Saturday
Dave: Mateo will you hand me that rock please? (working outside building a patio)
Mateo: Mine back hurts. Need break. (sits on step and drinks juice)
Must be from all the car crashes.
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That is the most adorable thing ever! Mateo and Elizabeth should get together. I would love to listen in on their conversations.
That kid is wicked smart.
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