Owen has had a nasty cough and congestion so I took him to the doctor's office. Jill and Larry watched Ethan during this time and Ethan was quite the chatty guy. Here is part of his conversation with Grandma Jill:
Ethan : I'm going to make yunch for you and Pappa,
Me: Okay. What are you going to make?
Ethan: Pantates.
Busies himself making pancakes, using nursing pads.
Me: You are a good cook, Ethan.
Ethan: I'm a dood cook. (actually "toot" but with "oo" sound of "ccok")
Me: Did someone teach you how to cook.
Ethan: No, I did it.
Me: You learned to cook by yourself?
Ethan: Yes. I'm a weally dood cook.
Me: Is Owen a good cook, too?
Ethan: No, Owen doesn't cook.
Me: What does he do?
Ethan: He sits at the table and waits for his supper.
Me: How about Daddy-- is he a good cook?
Ethan: He's a good cook with me.
Me: How about Mommy?
Ethan: She sits at the table. I clean the table when some people are done eating their supper.
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