My little guy is two and a half! When I told him this, he said, “I HATE two and a half. I’m NOT two and a half.” ??? Don’t ask. No idea.
Last week he was chattering like the chatterbox he is (at least when no strangers are around) one of the rhymes from school. It’s the one that goes “bubble gum, bubble gum in a dish. How many pieces do you wish?”
Then he asks me how many.
Me: Two.
Jonas: I HATE two!
Me: Uhhh… four?
Jonas: I hate four!
Me: Okay, Mr. Irrational, I give up.
The thing is, at two and a half, even something as weird as expressing hatred for poor innocent numbers is utterly adorable.
Seriously, look at this boy. I just want to reach right into the screen and give him a smooch! I just love this portrait. I saw this spot of beautiful light when we were at the water steps last week and asked Jonas if he’d sit for a minute. I loved the shade from the greens with lots of light reflecting off the sidewalk and war memorial on the opposite side.
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