Ambree has increasingly become a little parrot. She says things like:
"I think..."
"I miss you, too, Daddy"
"Probably not"
"Um, Um, Um, Sure!"
"Excuse me"
"Good idea, Mommy"
"I'm proud of you, Mommy!"
[to friends] "I go first, you go play with other toy. Go on, boy" (The 'go on' part isn't her parroting something I say to her, but something we say to Chloe, the dog)
Anything that Mommy or Daddy say is quickly adapted to her vocabulary. Tonite, I gave her a kiss as I was putting her to bed. She said, "That's a good girl, Mommy!"
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