Miguel is three years old and sometimes it is quite difficult to make out what he is saying. Well, usually we can understand him, but once in a while it is almost impossible. This morning was one of those times. We were in the kitchen and he was dancing around with the mop. He had gotten pretty close to Maleena with the end of it and I thought I had told him to get back away from Maleena. He started saying something to me. I thought he was saying Me dancing, or Me can or Me okay. See he likes to say me doing something instead of I am doing something. Well, he was getting frustrated that I did not know what he said and then he said, with full desperation in his voice- Me Miguel, not Trae. Apparently I had called him Trae when I asked him to move away from Maleena and he was trying to tell me he is Miguel, not Trae. Poor child-he thought his own mother did not even know his name. Sure Glad we figured that one out. My sweet Miguel-I sure love him!
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