These were the first four English words to spill out of Little Guy's mouth at once. Sadly, they were in response to seeing this in a magazine basket in the living room:
That was yesterday morning. Last night, Little Guy came home from daycare and went straight to the magazine basket to look some more. Who cares about Bon Appetit and This Old House? He wants swimsuits. This morning, he got up, ate breakfast and sat on the couch, thumbing through the magazine, with an occasional "Oh pretty" or "MY book". Admittedly, it was creeping me out a bit---a 2 1/2 year old pouring over the very fit, mostly naked bodies pictured in "his" book. So I hid the magazine. About an hour later, he started looking for it. Filing through the magazines in the basket, I could hear his disappointment as he said, no, no, no to each magazine. Knowing his magazine wasn't in the basket, I wondered what he'd decide on. Then excitedly: "Oh, here is!"...the previous month's edition of Shape. And off to the couch he trotted, ready for some more eye candy.
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So I guess if men are pigs, little men are piglets? :)
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