Greer: Daddy, can I have a nacho?
Dad: No.
Greer: Daddy, I am gonna ask you for a nacho, again.
Greer: (very slowly) Daddy, can I have a nacho?
Dad: Um, still no.
Little Dude is a riot. He truly is very, very funny. At the moment everything that comes out of his mouth is followed by "...isn't that right Mama?" He is also very polite which is a pat on the back for Terri, cuz he surely didn't learn manners from his Mama. Little Dude is also loud. He talks in a very loud, almost high pitched voice. Sweet, perhaps. But, since he talks incessantly, the sweetness soon morphs into something like the sound of fingernails on a chalkboard. I have attempted to have him bring the volume down a bit by instructing him to use his inside voice. It works for all of a couple seconds and then the octaves climb. I have also told him that we need quiet time and he is not to talk at all. That doesn't last more than a second, if that. I have joked that he is only quiet when he is asleep. Now, Little Dude repeats that but it sounds something like " I only quiet when I asleep...isn't that right Mama?" Funny Little Dude.
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