A new friend at volleyball asked Ammon: What's your name?
I'n Mo-Mo. (giggles)
In the car:
Mommy, I got it - I got a wittle moco. (a booger)
me: Oh, yummy.
It's not yummy, it's yucky.
After most everything he eats or drinks: It's dehwicious!
On occasion he'll walk up to me and say:
I've got nothing behind me. See? See?
me: What's behind you Mo?
Nothing, see? (switches hands behind his back) See?
This was from today:
me: Mo are you poopy? (totally stinks)
No (giggles) I'n not.
Who changed you?
Daddy! (more giggles)
Daddy's in Florida, are you tricking me?
NO (more giggles)
my hands are cuL-ean! (he adds emphasis to all the L's) Love that kid!
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