one day a few weeks ago, and out of the blue, sam told me, "you're my ice cream cone!" so we went back and forth thinking of things like, "you're my pickle!" or "you're my cupcake!" apparently the game was over when sam said, "you're my peanut!" (i usually call him "peanut" when i'm talking to him). since then he tends to go straight to "you're my peanut!" but every once in a while i can get him to think of other things. it's a fun game.
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Tuesday, June 21, 2011
you're my peanut
one day a few weeks ago, and out of the blue, sam told me, "you're my ice cream cone!" so we went back and forth thinking of things like, "you're my pickle!" or "you're my cupcake!" apparently the game was over when sam said, "you're my peanut!" (i usually call him "peanut" when i'm talking to him). since then he tends to go straight to "you're my peanut!" but every once in a while i can get him to think of other things. it's a fun game.
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