I love when one of my children come to me and tell me the stories of the conversations they just had with Pierce.
They go something like this:
“Pierce wants more banana, Momma. He said “Nana. Nana.” I asked him if he wanted more banana, and he said “Yeah”.”
Funny. All I get out of the nine month old is “Mama,” “Dada” and “waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”
Maybe it’s just me.