My conversation with Jacob at the breakfast table this morning went something like this:
Jacob: I want Talin. I want Talin. I want Bek-ta (Rebekah). I want Daddy. I want Charlie.
Me: Charlie?
Jacob: I want Charlie.
Me: Evie? (Charlie's sister)
Jacob: Evie
Me: Luke? (Charlie's brother)
Jacob: Wook (Luke). Nice. Hailey Nice.
(And as he said that he swatted his arm across his chest as if to show me that he hit her)
Me: Jacob, where you nice to Hailey?
Jacob: I nice. Hailey nice.
(And he hugged himself.)
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