Graham gets very confused with his weights and measures. He has a great desire to express himself in numbers. He'll get on the scale and tell me how tall he is. The really funny thing about it is that he's just so very exuberant when he says these mixed-up-things. Two nights ago we had soup. Seeing Jeremy's huge bowl of soup, Graham said in amazement, "Dad, you have nine tall soup!!!" Figure that one out. Then last night he looked at Jeremy's chicken and rice and said (with gusto), "Dad, you have like one hundred and thirty five food!"
Graham, we think you're nine tall funny and we have like one hundred and thirty five love for you!
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