It started yesterday. We were sitting at the table, having breakfast, when Connor said it. I looked at Kevin and asked, "Did he just say what I think he said?"
Then he said it about a dozen more times, and there was no denying it. My little boy has discovered the power of the word "mine."
Either he picked it up at daycare, or it's a rite of passage that is hard wired into 18 month olds.
Each time he said "mine," I tried to correct him by saying things like, "Oh, would you like some milk? Can you say 'more milk please'?" or "You mean that's ours" or some other such thing about sharing and being nice.
Kevin said that he thinks he's starting the terrible twos early. I don't think that's right. But, here we go anyway...
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