My youngest son, Turner, just turned 4 years old. The combination of a developing sense of his world, an expanding vocabulary and a creative young mind have led to what we affectionately refer to as Turnerisms. Here are some more:
Turner: "Daddy, I wish I could stand on a ball and juggle and not get hurt".
Me: "I love you big guy".
Turner: "How am I growing up so big"?
Before a recent nap:
Turner: "I will always love you Daddy. I will never stop loving you".
Me: "I'll always love you big guy. I'll never stop loving you either. Where did you hear that"?
Turner: "I made it up myself".
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