Caleb is going to help me make chocolate pudding (for his writing practice!). He comes into the kitchen with his goggles on. When I ask why he's wearing them, he replies quite seriously, "Well, you never know when something might fly up and hit you in the eye. Safety first, Momma. Safety first."
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Caleb: (When Abby throws a toy at him because he won't let her play with the one she wants): Don't throw things in anger, Abby! (voice of experience)
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Caleb: (in a sing-song voice to Abby): Well, good morning, cutest little baby in the world!
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Me: Okay, Caleb, what do you want your next reward to be for getting all of your magnets for 3 days on your daily chart?
Caleb: Hmm...I know!!!! A trip to Disney World!!!!!! (his last reward was a movie night at home...)
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Caleb: (When Abby throws a toy at him because he won't let her play with the one she wants): Don't throw things in anger, Abby! (voice of experience)
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Caleb: (in a sing-song voice to Abby): Well, good morning, cutest little baby in the world!
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Me: Okay, Caleb, what do you want your next reward to be for getting all of your magnets for 3 days on your daily chart?
Caleb: Hmm...I know!!!! A trip to Disney World!!!!!! (his last reward was a movie night at home...)
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debbie smith 2 at yahoo dot com
Love the Caleb-isms! Amazing how similar our lives are, and very nice to meet ya! :)