Not that I didn't listen to him before now, but I've committed myself to really absorbing his words while 5-year-old logic still reigns supreme.
Tonight he told me he thought he was "Made in China".
About a week ago, he told me that his new shirt was "so new. Well, maybe it's not THAT new. But it's new"
And he keeps raising his hand at the dinner table to ask me whether I, for instance, " 'member the time when there were those girls we met at that cabin and we all went on the boat together. I wanna do that again."
Now, despite the nuggety pearls of impossibly cute wisdom, Stephen has become a running monologue, the human equivalent of white noise. He simply never shuts up until he finally falls asleep.
Woe to his kindergarten teacher. Maybe he'll grow out of it.
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