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We are all out of catfart

We need to have a moment of silence, my little boy is growing up. First he stopped calling his sister, WaaWaa. Now we are calling ketchup - ketchup rather than catfart.

I guess I am sad. I mean it was embarrassing to have him scream it in restaurants, but his little Joe-isms are heading right out the door. Before we know it I will be Mrs. Schmidt instead of Mommy.

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Karen said…
Oh, I know how you feel! My Monkey still says, "breathkist" for breakfast, and "callapider" for catapiller, but only because he has a tender heart and knows I love those baby words of his. I do have to admit, we never had anything quite like "catfart," but I would expect nothing less from a Schmidt. :-)
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