I Found A ... !

Probably Daniel's two favourite phrases right now are I found a ... and I need the ..., depending on the context.  They're adorable, of course, in as much of the context as the delivery.  Daddy!  I found a fire truck!  Daddy, I found the garbage truck!

The last few days, though, have been laugh-out-loud funny as he now focuses on the pickle-truck.  Make no mistake, this is most definitely what he is saying, he's even corrected me on it.  "You found a pick-up truck?"  "NO!  I found a pickle-truck!"

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  1. Jackie14 May 2015 at 16:31

    I love those mis-speaks! Especially when the tell you you are wrong and THEY are right!

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