John asks for cookies for breakfast. And I give them to him. Nope, I was not kidnapped by aliens and given a brain transplant. He calls granola "cookies." But I still feel like a squishy mom when I feed him "cookies" for breakfast. I will let him believe he is eating cookies for breakfast anyway....
John does not call himself "John." He calls himself "Boy." I don't know why. And he insists that he is "Boy."
On a sad note, John learned to say the word tickle. Mostly it comes in the phrase "no tickle." This is heart breaking. John doesn't have a bunch of tickle spots - he is a tickle spot. You tickle him anywhere and he drops to the ground giggling. It is very satisfying.
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