It's funny how being a mom can mess up your grammar. The other day I was gazing into my munchkin's big brown eyes and found myself repeating "Love a big boy, a big, big boy! love him, love him, talk, talk, talk..." Good thing I still sound like the adults on Charlie Brown, or my kid's speech would be entirely fragmented. Actually, by now he probably can pick out the words "big" and "boy," so I'm only half Charlie Brown...

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