Can't Get Enough

Yes four, we like to taka pictures of you 

(of course when I type this I have an accent.  Not sure what country, but I do make the vowels veryyyy longggg.  Pretty much when I type--- all of my "writings" are done in an accent.  Just wanted to make sure the four of you understood.  Maybe you could also incorporate a bit of acting when reading the entries. )

Back to you #4.  When we bring the camera out you automatically stop, look at me, and say cheese.  I am now UNABLE to capture a picture of you on the sly.  

There may just be a tiny adult living inside your body.  I have never had another child that was 2 years old and was able to reason.  (Don't tell anyone, but I don't know many adults that I can impart reason on very well.) It is totally unbelievable.  You will start to whine or cry a bit.  I will calmly give you the reason for whatever is disturbing you.  Heck, let's do an example:

#4,"waah, cry, cry."

Mom," #4, I can't have you running with a fork.  It is dangerous.  You could fall and get hurt.  You could accidently cause severe damage to your forehead, eye, or brain."

#4,"Dangous.  Okay mama."

And that is it.  You stop crying.  You stop whining.  You move on to something else.  Really?  This is just so crazay to me!  And I meant that CRAZAY.