You know the traditional poem “Baa baa black sheep”, right? Well, Morgaine INSISTS that it goes this way….
Baa Baa black sheep
Have you and wool?
Yes sir, yes sir,
Three bags full.
One for the lady,
One for the priest,
One for the little boy
That lives across the street.
We were making soup a couple days ago and I let Liam choose the spices. We are all sitting around the table sipping our hot soup, enjoying.
Mum: Liam the spices you chose for the soup are really good.
Liam: If you like, Mum, you could say that again.
Mum: I like the spice you chose.
Liam: I know. I did a very good job at it.
Trying to give him the correct response to a compliment….I say, “Thank you.”
Liam: Your welcome.
I’ve been showing Raudhán that we clean up the table in front of us after we eat by wiping up in front of him with a cloth after he eats. He was sitting at the table eating slices of apple with my husband when Mike said to me, “You have to see this.” I turn around to see the baby half out of his sweater using the hand from his dressed side to move the empty sleeve from the other side across the table to clean up while grinning a big cheeky grin at Mike.