Counting, counting, counting. That’s all I do now. We have two cars. And two cats. I’m going to be four and my brother is going to be one. How old is Mommy going to be? She won’t say. The numbers on the garage at daycare? They are 5-8-2. The tip-toe gym has two numbers: 1-1-8 and 1-1-9. My hungry, hungry hippo ate 11 marbles. And we have four million toys.

I have a new joke too. I learned it from “Zoe’s Day with Daddy.” What is a mouse’s favorite game? Hide and Squeak!

I am such a boy. First of all, I like to throw. I throw food and utensils. I throw my bottle. I throw the sippy cup too because I just can’t figure the darn thing out. I throw toys, balls, binkies. I throw punches, but I don’t mean to hurt – I’m just playing. I throw everything out of my crib. I throw everything off of my sister’s kitchen. If it’s put away, I throw it out into the middle of the room. Dad hopes I can put my arm to good use in sports one day.

Second, I “get” potty humor. Farts are funny.

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