Micah likes to eat ice chips (just like his mama). It's not too often that we munch on 'em, but when I pop an ice cube out of the tray and it crumbles, he likes to eat the chips. However, we've been having some very hot weather, and at times he doesn't consume the little chip fast enough and it's melted before he can successfully pick it up and put it in his mouth. He's learned that ice chips "melt."
A couple weeks ago he got a gnarly bruise on his arm. The past week or so it's been fading, with the last shade of yellow still on his arm. This morning at breakfast he was examining his arm trying to find his "yellow bruise." He couldn't find it. We conversed about how maybe it was gone. He put two and two together and piped up, "my bruise melted." Seems he thinks "melted" is synonymous with "disappeared." :-)
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Too cute!
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