Dash: I love you mommy! I love you daddy! I love you! Daddy I love you! Mommy I love you! Us: aww, isn’t that nice. We love you too buddy! Dash: No, I don’t like you either! Mommy: Are you bipolar? Dash: No! I’m not polar!

We have a little puppet Tigger that my Aunt & Uncle gave to Dash when he was born. It lives in our room on the bed post, and every once in a while Dash will want one of us to put on a little show with him. Like this morning. Dash: Mommy put on tiger. Mommy: His name is Tigger! Dash: pause “It’s not Tigger anymore. It’s Tiger!”...

You might remember a little while ago that Sneakers was ‘Fat Goober.’ This morning, Dash was trying to fed his breakfast to a picture of a cat on the kitty litter box. Dash: Eat it! It’s yummy! Me: Whatcha doin’, Dash? Feeding your breakfast to the kitty? Dash: Feed my breakfast to kitty! Hi White Goober! Eat it! So yes, the mainly white...

I put lip balm on this morning. Dash asked me “I have lip balm please?” so I said “Sure buddy, pucker up!” and I put some lip balm on him. Then he stood back and told me “I’m beautiful! I have lip balm on my pucker.” LIPS, honey. Let’s call those lips.

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Dash calls Sneakers ‘Fat Goober.’ Sneakers is sitting next to me on the couch, where Dash often sits. “Fat Goober! Get out of my seat!” I almost don’t want to correct him because it’s funny.