phoenix is a punk cracker

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overregularization (i think)

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Doggie.

WOOFING!

new phrases yesterday

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on the bus: "BACK! DOOR!"

on line at Berkeley Bowl: "HELLO. KITTY."

en route to bed: "SUPER. MAN."


and for those of you who have seen Meet the Fockers, all of these phrases were said in the tone and cadence of "ASS. HOLE."

out of his nose and into my hand

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His new thing is stuffing food up his nose. Fun.
We were at TJ's the other day buying stuffstealing free coffee, and he told me "ALMOND! NOSE! UP THERE!"
My response was "Dude, you're kidding me right?"
I eventually relented enough to investigate.
We became a team and co-blew his nose for a few minutes, but that sucker wasn't budging.
He seemed fine, so I quickly finished our shopping and got on line to pay.
Once on line, I tried again and we blew and blew. I could see the head!
Just as the checker waved the paddle, and called "NEXT!", he shot that almond into my palm.

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We've reached the third tier of NO.
It's not pretty.

moon, please.

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What would you like for breakfast this morning, Phoenix?

The moon!

ANTS!

he ate one yesterday.

a handful of wist

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i look at you in pictures and i see what i pretend not to see when you are here.
you are a boy now.
all signs of baby are gradually dissipating from your demeanor, your hair, your cheeks.
your legs are so delightfully hairy.
you kiss girls at the lake and we smile but soon you will be on dates, on picnics, and kissing girls and oh my. we're going to have to let you.