First words, first step, first spray of milk through the nose.
Tonight was a milestone night in our house. Jane made Samson laugh so hard that milk came out his nose. I was reminded of all the times I did that to my sister, and it made me glad to see the tradition carrying on.
I have to say, however, that I was surprised that Jane was the instigator and not the recipient. Although, to be fair, what she lacks in vocabulary (she is only three), she makes up for in comedic timing. Sam had just taken a bite of cookie and some milk, and Jane looked him dead in the eye and said, in her sweet little voice: "poopie." Gets him every time.
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