Van loves to talk to strangers. In fact, he doesn't actually seem to understand what a stranger is; everyone is someone to strike up a conversation with.
Van kept trying to talk to another mom at the museum, she was trying to ignore him, but he won her over with gems like this.
She had two little toddlers with her about Esther's age.
Van: "Oh we have a baby. Her name is Esther, she's a sweetie pie."
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Van: "Your baby can't reach that under there, that's what he's trying to tell you"
Lady: "Yeah he threw it. He likes to throw things, can you tell?"
Van: "Our baby likes to throw... a fit"
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Esther doesn't talk much yet. I put her in the backpack and we started walking from my work parking lot to the museum. It's about 15 mins. About half way there she started some quiet babbling.
Then she said very distinctly, "Uh-oh"
Van says, "she's telling people uh-oh"
And she was. Quiet and steady she just kept repeating it, "Uh-oh. uh-oh. uh-oh. uh-oh."
I wondered what she thought could be so bad, she didn't sound upset. I said it with her a couple times. And then I remembered something. I turned around and sure enough, about 20 feet back her boot had fallen off.
She had done that to me once in the Costco parking lot and I had ignored it and them come back to find her shoe when we came back to the car.
Anyway, that little sweetie pie knows what's going on, we have to make sure to listen, even if she's not as boisterous as her big brother.
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