Dear silly L,
You are one CRAZY little man. So full of energy. So full of spunk. And you pick the most inappropriate times to show us how full of personality you are. Like today. At church. First you tried standing on Dada's legs. And you weren't doing this while holding onto the bench in front of you. Oh no. Completely unassisted. No hands. You little daredevil, you. Next you decided I was not allowed to touch Dada. His arm was resting on the back on the bench. I lovingly placed my arm atop his. You angrily yelled "naaaaao!" (no) and proceeded to shove my arm away with all your might. You would not stop yelling at me nor pushing me away until I was no longer touching Dada. You get a little territorial. Lastly you read to us. Five little monkeys jumping on the bed. "Nao muh-ka-muh-kee jupada beed!" (No more monkeys jumping on the bed!). And you read the whole book aloud. During the middle of Sacrament meeting. Dada and I were trying to stifle laughs the entire meeting. Thank you for keeping us entertained, silly boy.
Love,
Mommy
