One morning this week he woke up, padded into our room, shook Dean on the shoulder, and said, "Love you, papa!" That definitely woke Dean up.
School's good. He had a play date with Phoebe, an older woman from his class. She's three. They get along well. And the other day, the class was talking about babies and he said, sadly, "my baby no come yet".
On the potty training front, he did his first premeditated poop.
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