I wanted to write this before I forgot...
So, N. was gathering up his "special markers" (this is what he calls my markers, and gets to use them occasionally for drawing in birthday cards and special notes)--there's about 20 of them. He's in the playroom, and I hear them all fall. Then N. says "I wish I had 11 hands." Then he sighs and exclaims, "I want to be an octopus when I grow up!" S. and I had a good laugh--so funny to hear what he is saying to himself and see how his four-year-old brain works:) Later on, I asked him how many arms an octopus has and he said 8--I was just making sure he knew that:)
Noah, I wish I was an octopus too! That way I could pick up after chunky a lot faster!! Good thinking buddy!
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