Me: Maybe we should just give your toys to a little boy who will take care of them and not throw them around.
Tiago: Okay. (Sobs and Sighs)
a few minutes later...
Tiago: (Sighs) I am sooo saaaad. This is all my life.
Me: What's wrong with your life?
Tiago: My life is not complete!
Me: Why?
Tiago: Because I have zero toys.
A chronicle our first born's darndest, silliest, funniest, sweetest things to say.
December 11, 2011
December 8, 2011
December 7, 2011
November 10, 2011
November 2, 2011
October 31, 2011
October 18, 2011
October 5, 2011
September 29, 2011
September 26, 2011
September 21, 2011
Left Tiago with paint and paper while I went to the bathroom across the hall to clean a palette. While washing I could hear he was mixing colors...
yellow and red make orange...
yellow and blue make green...
blue and red make purple...
yellow and green make chartreuse...
(Huwat?! I had to Google if it was even a color!)
yellow and red make orange...
yellow and blue make green...
blue and red make purple...
yellow and green make chartreuse...
(Huwat?! I had to Google if it was even a color!)
July 18, 2011
June 1, 2011
January 22, 2011
January 20, 2011
January 14, 2011
January 12, 2011
January 11, 2011
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