Sawyer is obsessed with the concept of being (and the word) "stuck." He tries to get things stuck just so he can talk about how it is "stuck."
Tonight at supper, we were talking to him about life (haha) when I had a contraction and I placed my hand on my belly. He noticed and started saying, "It's a baby. A baby. That's mama's baby." So I asked him, "Do you want a baby brother or a baby sister?" He replied with, "Nawwwww." I asked him, "Would you like to see the new baby soon?" He said, "Nawwww. Stuck. It's stuck."
Stuck, indeed.
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