Dear Caden,
You are happily noshing away on dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets when suddenly you say, "I want ta ta's." I pause for a moment, debating on what to say or do, then decide to continue what I was doing. "Moooommy! I want ta ta's peeeaaaas!" Knowing that we are way past that feeding stage of life and the only ta ta's that I am currently aware of will be inappropriate for you for quite some time, I stand at a loss for words. "I don't understand Caden, what do you want?" You sigh, climb out of your chair, tap on the refrigerator until I open it. You give me a look of, "Seriously?" and grab the ketchup, "Ta ta's Mommy." Of course.
Love,
Mommy
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