Today Noodle was 'helping' me unload the dishwasher. She pulled out the white bowl that Q wants his oatmeal in each morning.
"King." She starts to wander around the kitchen. "King."
"Is that Quinn's bowl?" I ask.
"Yesssh!" She's delighted with me.
Although we'd gotten an attempt at his name a few days ago, she hadn't repeated it until today. I drew Quinn's attention to her, "She's saying your name!"
"I don't want her to!"
Ah well.
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I started to write "I don't get the title. I suspect that this is some kind of literary reference, but I don't know what." But then I thought to check with google, and sure enough a book popped up. Along with dozens of references, most to the same book, but also "More More More, Said the Baby price comparison. Compare More More More, Said the Baby prices before you buy to make sure you get the best deal..." I still don't really understand the connection. Guess I have to get the book.
-- Dad
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