"Bad Nana, Mom." Ian comes running to me from the playroom. "Ian want Bad Nana."
"Bad Nana?" I ask. "Nana's not bad. Nana loves you."
Ian looks at the floor. I can tell he's thinking.
"Nooo, Nana at home wit Poppy. Ian yove Nana. Ian want Bad Nana."
"You want Nana to be bad? That's not a good idea. Nana's a nice Nana." I'm distracted. Kyle's nursing and is trying to pull off my dangling earrings.
"No Mom!" Ian pauses to get my attention. I look up. "Ian want Bad Nana. Right here," he points to the kitchen table where we keep the plate of fruit. Ian stands on his tippie toes and stretches to reach the plate filled with nice ripe bananas.
"OH!" I wrestle with the nursing baby and stand up from the couch but Ian has already pulled out a chair and is climbing up onto the table. "You want a BANANA!? Here, let me help you."
Doing a little happy dance, Ian shrieks, "Yeah Mom! Ian want badnana!"
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That's so sweet. I feel like it was just yesterday I was reading about Shaun pulling up a chair to get his own cereal bowl. They're growing up too fast. Before you know it, we'll want more ;p
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