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Connor-isms

The other day, Connor had a yo-yo (really just a piece of ribbon, but he learned about yo-yos at nana's). And he was playing with it and told me he was a cowboy. Then he said "eeeeee ha".

Last night he took his Elmo coat rack and brought it into the nursery. Then he held onto two of the handles and told me to say cheese. And then he took my picture as though Elmo was a camera on a tripod.

Also last night he asked me if we were going to Gigi's for a party. And if Ann, Lexi and Tommy were going to be there. (We were just at Gigi's for our Easter party.)

I went into the bathroom and locked the door. He came knocking and told me it was locked. Then I opened the door and he yelled, "Mommy's home!" (I had been home for about 2 hours at that point.)

He got ahold of one of my bracelets, put it on top of his head, and said, "I too big Mommy!"

When I tell him that he is being a good big brother, he says to me, "I no big brother, I Connor!"

Some mornings when I ask him what he wants for breaksfast, he tells me that he wants cheez-its. After I tell him he can't have that for breakfast, he says, "I know." And laughs.

Last night I was putting him to bed and had finished reading the story he picked out. He asked me to sing "twinkle", then interrupted me to tell me, "No, I do now." Then he sang it to me.

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