Bean: What’s that?

Momma: It looks like a little tractor.

Bean: Loader, actually.

(pause)

Momma: What did you say?

Bean: I say ‘loader.’ Carter say ‘LOADER,’ Momma!

Bean and I spent last weekend with Maga (more pix posted). Saturday morning, all I heard for an hour before we left was, “See Maga! Goin’ Maga house!” He continued the litany for almost the entire (2 hour) drive to Grand Rapids, and it was even (mostly) cute the whole way. He romped through Frederick Meijer Garden, became best friends with Michael, made pancakes for breakfast, got new shoes and passed out in the car on Sunday almost before I got to the highway.

Thank you, Maga and Michael!! We had a wonderful time!

Maybe the giant horse at the sculpture park shook something loose in that little brain, because yesterday, he spontaneously started counting to 9. He’s been counting 1, 2, 3 as part of learning to hop without falling down, so apparently, when he graduated to jumping down from his stool a higher number was required:

“Juan, two, flea, four, fife, six, seben, eight, noyne, JUMP!”