As the night continues Luke has certain signs that tells LeeAnn and I he is ready for bed. He will be playing, watching a movie, wrestling Rocky, or whatever; the sound of a little whine fills the air. "He was just fine." Luke will enter the room and with a small baby voice, slurred as if he was drinking rotten milk and say,"ssssstrraaaaaaawwwwwwwbbbeeeeeeeerrrrryyyyyy miiiiiiiiiilk." I know what he is saying, but we try and get him to talk like a big boy, " I can't understand baby talk, what do you want?" "ssssstrraaaaaaawwwwwwwbbbeeeeeeeerrrrryyyyyy miiiiiiiiiilk." Pause... Then he'll ask in a normal voice, "Strawberry milk please?" "Okay."
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