Here is a picture of Art's frog wearing pants, a t-shirt and, lo and behold! A diaper. This morning marked the second time that Art has asked that the frog get a "new dia-ter". He still mixes up a lot of his consanants. I can't even beging to spell what he says for watermelon. I actually think his version has five syllables... but I digress!
So, tonight Art asked that the frog get a new diater again, so I happily put one on him. Then he wanted to take it off. Then he pulled out a pair of shorts from his dresser and said, "On!" So we put the frog in shorts. Then I got totally pumped about this whole dressing-the-frog thing and pulled out Art's newborn clothes. I got one of his tiny, newborn diaper covers, newborn knit pants and a newborn t-shirt. Then I dressed the frog in these better fitting clothes (pictured) and we got distracted and jumped on the bed for a while. Then Art brought the frog back into his room, said "New Diater!" and lifted the frog up to his changing table! Smart!
Then he wanted me to nurse the frog. I obliged. Pictured you see a well dressed, well pretend-fed frog.
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