Yesterday, I told Evan that he was a choo choo train. He said, "No. Evan a boy." I was shocked to learn that he knew that. That must have been something Kiki taught him. (I adore Kiki teaching him things. She was worried that I would be mad that she taught him how to use scissors. However, I was not mad, I was happy. I still think of him as a baby and would be VERY hesitant to give him things with blades and would probably stunt his creative growth!) Anyway, so yesterday, after he told me he was a boy I continued to ask him about other members of his family.
Me: "What is Ivy?"
Him: "Ivy is a girl."
Me: "What about Owen?"
Him: "Owen is a boy."
Me: "What about Greg?"
Him: "Greg is a boy."
Me: "And Kiki?"
Him: "Girl."
Me: "Daddy?"
Him: "Daddy is a man."
Steve: "AWESOME!"
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