I love that Blake is turning into a precocious little boy . . . Well sometimes I do.
Yesterday we went to a petting farm and fed lots of animals, had some meltdowns, etc. On the way there, I was talking to Blake about what we were going to do. Suddenly he pipes up, "Can we just talk later Mom?". Apparently I was interrupting his staring out the window :)
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