Foster has become a little parrot lately, literally repeating everything that we have to say. For example yesterday during lunch, Foster wasn't feeling that great and was mad because John took the ketchup away from him. I said, "John, be patient, he is sick," a few minutes later, Foster promptly repeated the sentence back. Also, yesterday morning as I was leaving, he waived his hand, beauty pageant style and said, "Goodbye, Darling." Now that is one that John and I can't take credit for, likely from school or Sheela is where he heard that. He got the biggest kick the other day playing with his "penguin" as he called it.
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