Those of you who listen to me ramble on endlessly about Evelyn already know of her advanced linguistic ability.
Over the past month, she's learned and implemented the proper usage of possessive nouns. I couldn't help but giggle with delight yesterday when she sauntered over to Cory (who was busy patching the hardwood floor) and pulls the chisel out of his hand, looks him square in the face and says mine's - as if there were any doubt whatsoever that every single thing in this house belongs to her.
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Good words.
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