Tonight, Iain asked for a waffle for dinner. I reached into the freezer to pull out the last waffle (home made, but frozen in batches and toasted later - they're crispier that way). "No," he said, "I want a fresh one."Oh, ok.
Last night, during bath time, Iain looked around and asked, "Where are all the green towels?" I guess the beige, grey, and brown towels were substandard.
It's just so strange to hear him express real preferences - stable over time and consistently chosen. More than just toddler capriciousness, he actually prefers things, and says so. Wasn't he a baby a year ago?
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