Yes I hear it a
Ok, so it's no secret our little
They can recite their name. First and last. When we
They can distinguish mammals with ease and will cheer and jump up and down like laughing hyenas as we flip through the flash cards. They no longer babble or fabricate the sound of a cow, dog or cat but vocalize each and every animal by sight. See, I told you... they're "gifted".
They are very comfortable (**sigh**) with their anatomy and will share it with anyone within ear shot where their "who-who" is. Followed by a shrieking "cover"as I've instructed them not to let anyone see or touch their private area. On the rare occassions we venture outside the golden gates they never seize to amaze or embarass me by shouting and pointing "mommies boobies, mommies boobies". Or when they attempt exposing my ta-ta's by pulling my shirt down. Katie, she's my talker revels in making me blush will scream "mommy got gas" followed with a quick "Katie got gas. Even when
They observant little girls and know the difference between mommies car and daddies car. Katie yelps "mommies big black car"! No, it's not a limo and most certainly not a mini van! You who drive them can, but if just isn't my bag. My little monkeys also tell me what they will wear to which I quickly put on what they don't want to wear! You see, I'm always going to be in charge. That's right. Mean mommy. Bwaahahaha..
It just doesn't get much better than this. I love these little monkeyes with all my heart.