Yesterday Windsor came into the kitchen holding a screwdriver. He said, "Ear? Ear?" and for some reason wanted to jam it into my ear. I took it from him and put it in my own ear, then in his (at his insistence). Usually I'm pretty good at figuring out what his line of reasoning is, but a screwdriver in the ear? No clue.
He also pronounces "bunny" as "buddy," which is just all kinds of adorable.
Oh! And last night, he made Elmo kiss all the dining room chairs goodnight.
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Um... screwdriver = Q-tip? That's all I can think of.
I agree.
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