James kept saying "Tiom, Tiom . . . " when he wanted something. Tim and I kept scratching our heads trying to figure out what he was trying to say.
We finally figured it out.
Here's THAT conversation . . . .
James: Tiom . . . . Tiom
Tim: James!!!! MY name is DADDY! You may NOT call me TIM!
Tuesday, January 5
Rottenness . . . pure rottenness.
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A rebel already!!! I'm telling ya, he's sooooo sweet!
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