I am just eating up Roscoe's current age for the fact that he has invited us all into the inner workings of his (very) active imagination. Here are a few recent tidbits:
* while eating breakfast and having an imaginary conversation/performance, I look over and he is bowing over and over, saying "thank you, thank you, thank you"
* while walking through Costco, he tries to engage the other shoppers in some fun yelling "HIP HIP -" and waiting for their response. Only one person got it, but when the little old lady said "hooray?" We all couldn't stop laughing and smiling.
* upon waking I asked if he had sweet dreams and he said (enthusiastically), "Yes! I dreamed of chickens dancing!"
* after a yelling/timeout/makeup session, I said you know I still love you even when I am mad, don't you? He replied, "But I don't love you when you're mad. I only love you when you're happy."
There you have it, folks.
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