Yesterday a friend came over to see the new baby. As she pulled her out of the baby swing, Payne ran over, stood directly in front of her and said in no uncertain tone "Dat's not yours!".
Today Dan was talking with another friend about beer while Payne played nearby, seemingly ignoring the conversation. Dan called one of my much beloved beer substitutes (Ace Pear Hard Cider) "dirty juice". Payne turned abruptly to us and spouted "Dat juice not dirty. Is clean!".
Oh, and Payne had decided that Genevieve is supposed to be in my arms at all times. Whenever anyone else is holding her, he points to me and commands "Her turn next".
I love him.
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