Today I learned to say "Ciao!" Daddy and Mommy and I like to say it to each other.
Yesterday I learned to ask for "Bobby" when dad is watching videos. He says this is the name of the man who sings and taps on his chest and sounds like he's playing lots of instruments at one time, all with just his voice. Sometimes he calls this man "Bobby McFerrin", but I can't say that big a word yet.
I have started spending a couple minutes each day in my time out corner. Sometimes it's for hitting mommy or daddy in the face when I'm frustrated and want their attention, and somtimes it's for throwing food when I've had enough and don't want any more. They tell me I have got to learn to communicate more gently, but they don't know what it's like to be me. I get so exasperated!
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