First, the rare sighting of Pocky tolerating another cat within her sphere of influence. Then, John models Oscar's stuff for us: his sneakers (which John always tries to put on in the morning), his backpack (which John also always tries to take, but he is contented when we substitute Oscar's lunch bag, also named "backpack"), my awesome heart-shaped glasses, and the hilariously small cap that both boys like to jam onto their heads. When Oscar's backpack is actually packed for the day, John has a hard time standing up or walking. But he is persistent!
John is talking so much these days, but it is like living with one of the Martians from Sesame Street: "Car! Car! Car! Mom! Mom! Car! Car!" and I say "Yip yip yip yip yip, uh huh, uh huh. Car."
Today he did bust out "Food processor!" so at least there's forward progress.
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