Knock, Knock...
Robert has a penchant for telling knock-knock jokes that don't make sense. At dinner, he said "Knock, knock" "Who's there?" "Delta" "Delta who?" "Delta delta." I told him that he needed to work on his material.
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Baby baseball fan
Jim and Robert were wearing their White Sox hats while watching the game on t.v. Jonny didn't want to be left out, so he went to his room and got his Ball State hat.
Shooot!
I have the habit of saying "Shoot" when Ms. Pac-Man is attacked by the ghosts. Jonny picked up on that, and he just has to hear the music of failure and he says "Shooo". No T yet.
About time
Jonny has been racing around the house using his lawn mower for several weeks, but hasn't yet walked on his own. At bedtime tonight, he crawled over to his crib and got his blanket, then stood up and used the blanket to steer as he took his first steps! He walked across the room!
He's ready for Clown College
Robert had a dish of whole dried plums, and I saw that Jonathan was eating one. I told Robert, "That was certainly nice of you to share your snack with Brother." He said, "I didn't give him one--he helped himself." I went over and looked in the bowl--there was one left. "How many did he take?" I asked. I realized that was a stupid question and started taking the plums out of Jonny's mouth. One, two, three, four were pulled out, just like the magicians' scarf trick.