Ben has been very into caretaking lately. He frequently sets out food for his stuffed animals and comes up with an elaborate plan to wrap them up in blankets. The other day, he set two rubbermaid containers of water on our back step "so the birds could have water." The next morning, Steven almost landed right on his tush from the ice that formed on the steps. Oops!
This morning Ben said (about his little stuffed bird).
"Mommy, I think I need to grab the baby bird and nurse her, because she really needs to get nursed."
ME: "But, Ben, you're a boy, you can't nurse!"
BEN: "I know, I'm just pretending."
And something else he said today:
BEN: "Mommy, do I look good with this chapstick on?" (clear chapstick)
Sometimes I wish I could just freeze this age.
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