When you see a bike horn, what do you think of? Yes, a bike horn… like this:
Well if you are like my son, your first thought is that it is a miniature sized breast pump.
AB and I walked into the living room hearing the lovely honking sound indicative that Leif had once again located his bike horn. (It fell between the sectional awhile back and AB and I “left” it there.) However, seeing him holding his shirt up with the horn over his left nipple wasn’t quite what we expected.
“Mommy, daddy, this pump is noisy!”
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We have been working with Leif on spelling his name. Dinner the other night…
NM: “Leif, can you spell your name?”
Leif: Blank, slightly irritated look.
NM: “L…..”
Leif: “E… I… Fo… Fum”
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