Well, Gavin loves Sesame Street. He's a rompin stompin 2 and 4mos old and knows his alphabet and his own mind, and can count to 13 or 14. He's doted on and tutored by my daughter and of course, I think he's the next Einstien.
as he was waking up,
he told his mom,
'sparklies'
she asked 'sparklies?'
he said 'no, Barkley'
she said 'OH Barkley!'(on Sesame Street)
he said 'no, brocolli' ...she asked 'brocolli? You want brocolli?' ...he said 'yes, brocolli!' ...so brocolli for breakfast it was.
I really wonder what he was dreaming about.
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your being tender with the young,
compassionate with the aged,
sympathetic with the striving
and tolerant of the weak
and strong.
Because someday in life you will have been all of these.
George Washington Carver
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