He's already correcting me.

Conversations from last night:

Nate: Mama?
Me: Yes?
Nate: Yes, PWEASE.

Okay, he's two! He shouldn't be correcting me yet!


Nate: Go night night.
Me: Oh, do you want to go night night?
Nate: No, train.
Me: Hmm, okay.
Nate (pretending to go to bed): Night night, Nate. (stroking his hair like I do) Love you.

Awwwww!

Conversations from today:

This morning we were looking at a picture book, and I showed him a picture of a baby crying. Nate started petting the picture and said, "It's okay! It's okay, baby." How sweet is that!

And just a few minutes ago, his tractor ran into a chair. Nate said, "It's okay, tractor. It's okay!" He's so reassuring these days!