Boston's vocabulary is growing everyday. We now have to watch what we say because he's turning into a little parrot. Not that Cara and I turn into sailors after 5:00 or anything. Cara's favorite is when he says, "Holy Moses!" I'm still a big fan of "moose," though. The hardest one to figure out is "bobby," which to Boston means potty, party, money, and bucket. At night before bath time he likes to sit on the "bobby." When the collection plate comes around at church he likes to put "bobby" into the "bobby." I guess it's like "aloha." It means hello, goodbye, and whatever else you feel like on any given day.
We hope all is well. If you're the one who sent the plague to our house last week, thanks for giving us the opportunity to get a jump start on our Spring cleaning by disinfecting everything in our house. If we gave you the plague, either directly or indirectly, we're sorry. Get well soon, Meade Blvd.
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