Yesterday we heard a noise from outside. Joe said, "Where's my daddy?" (Although he usually asks, "Where's my favver?")
It was too early for Jeff, so I answered, "That's not Daddy, sweetie."
And Joe replied, "Who's arriving at our house?"
I think that's probably the longest word he's ever said! Except for when he talks about the excavator that Jeff operates at work. He calls it a "fex-a-fater".
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