A while back, the boys were getting undressed in the bathroom waiting for the tub to fill. Jeff and I were int he kitchen when Asa ran up, naked. "Addison just threw a cloe in the tub!!" He yelled. We looked at each other. "A what?" "A CLOE!" He repeated. As we headed to the bathroom, Jeff probed Asa further. Say it slowly. Repeat. Each time, all he could get was "cloe".
As we entered the bathroom, Asa pointed it out. "See, a CLOE in the tub! Just one cloe!" In the tub floated Addison's shirt.
One shirt = Clo
Two = Clothes
We loved it so much we just didn't have it in us to correct him. I was reminded of this last night when we were putting the boys into their fuzzy footy pj's for the first time this Fall. After zipping up, Asa said he loved them because he was all covered up with only one cloe.
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Oh my gosh, I said the same thing when I was his age. My mom was just telling me about that, she says it was her favorite word I made up!
I loved the violin video, and I will call this weekend about getting back on track for lessons this week!
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