They are the best. He develops them from watching us, I know, but it's still so entertaining.
Tiernan's crocs were out on the porch, drying, and Colette
was in their bedroom, napping.
Tiernan, one palm of his outstretched arm raised toward the bedroom, informed me, "Mama, I
doe-ing in my room to det some socks. I be reewy, REEWY twy-et."
I responded, "You don't need to wear socks with your crocs."
Tiernan, now with his arms folded over his chest, and his head cocked to one side, "I need det my
cwocs ow-side, but I don't wan' det swinters in my feet."
Understanding his perfect logic and safety strategy for avoiding swinters, I nodded, "Oh, I see. I'll get your crocs for you."