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We just got finished swimming at Aunt Jay’s house.
Mom: Sean common let’s go. You need to find your cho-neez and get dressed.
Sean: Mom, I don’t have cho-neez.
Mom: Yeah you do.
Sean: Nuh uh, Sagey has cho-neez. I have underwear.
Mom: Ok, Sean (laughing) but they are both the same. So just put em on and let’s go.

Always when we are driving about Sean has love to give.
Sean: Mom…
Mom: Yes Sean.
Sean: You’re beautiful.
Mom: Oooh, thank you Sean.
Sean: and smart!
Mom: (HUGE SMILE) Awe, thank you Sean.. I love you.

Nurse : Ok, Sean we are going to check your hearing. So please listen carefully and let me know when you hear a beep.
Sean (using his everyday normal ‘outdoor’ voice) : OK! (smiling)
Nurse : Ok, Sean listen. You’ll need to be quiet.
Sean (using his everyday normal ‘outdoor’ voice) : OK! (smiling)
Nurse : Ok, ok, but you have to stop talking.
Mom : Seanny shhhh…
Sean (using his everyday normal ‘outdoor’ voice) : OK mom! (smiling) Oooh I heard it! I heard it!
Sean (using his everyday normal ‘outdoor’ voice) : and again… and again…
Nurse : Ok, good Sean. Keep listening.
Sean (using his everyday normal ‘outdoor’ voice) : ummm, can you turn it up?
Nurse (appears to be getting frustrated) : No no Sean we can’t turn it up.
Mom : (laughing)

Nurse : Sean we are going to check weight. Step on the scale.
Sean : (Seans steps onto scale and wiggling all over.) Whoooa.
Nurse : Ok now don’t move.
Sean : Can I move my arms?
Nurse : No stay still…don’t move at all.
Sean : (quietly) Hmmm, can I move my eyes?
Mom : Yeah, you can move just your eyes Sean.

Doctor : Ok, Sean I’ll need you to lie on your back.
(Sean lays back and Dr. starts poking around on Sean’s abdomen.)
Sean : (laughing) That tickles!
(Then dr. moves south and starts poking under his undies.)
Doctor : Ok, hold still…
Sean : Ummm..you shouldn’t do that.

the 2.5 year old Sage: Momma, what you doo-eeeng?
Mom: Cooking dinner.
the 2.5 year old Sage: Momma, what is it?
Mom: Cabbage and spam Sagey.
the 2.5 year old Sage: (with a huge pout!) Momma, I don’t yike garbage and pants!