It’s not just that he half-wears his sister’s black ballet leotard while scootering around the living room. His original joke has always been to say “no” to any request with a really big smile (his smile, not necessarily Mama’s). Yesterday, he made up a completely new joke that had us both giggling for a long time.
Mama: Wesley, we’re going swimming later. We’ll go to the pool and swim.
Wesley: Pool. [Thinking about it—we haven’t been for a few months.] Pool….hot tub.
Mama: Yes, we’ll go in the hot tub! I’m surprised you remember the hot tub!
Wesley: Hot tub. Hot tub. Hot tub. [Getting a sly grin on his face.] Hot…dog! HA! HA! HA! Hot dog, hot dog!
Mama: Wesley, did you tell a joke? Hot dog? Hot tub?
[Wesley’s giggling too hard to respond, and soon Mama is, too!]
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And this is Kyla performing a daring circus act. She laid two benches on the ground, covered them with a blanket, called it a cannon, and shot out of it on the count of three. Ta da!
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