In case anyone is wondering just how good Sydney's conversation skills have become, here's an example.
A little bit ago, while playing in the living room, she let out a small grunt. Jeff asked, "What happened, Sydney?"
She responded, "I stubbed my toe."
"You stubbed your toe?" Jeff repeated the question.
"I need a band-aid" She answered.
Apparently noting a lack of blood, Jeff suggested, "How about a kiss instead?"
Clearly looking for more attention than that, Sydney moved on to the kitchen where I was making dinner.
"I got a owie, Mommy."
"You did? Do you need a kiss?" I asked.
My kisses must hold more healing power than Daddy's. Sydney accepted my offer by bracing herself against the cupboard and lifting her foot up in a rather ridiculous pose. She then pointed to the bottom of her foot (not her toe) and directed where she needed the kiss. "Here."
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