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Noticing the hole in my ear, he asked "Mama, who cut your ear?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7352706577266169927-8076850957739476980?l=babykrisna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Walking out of the house to go to his preschool, Krisna asked me "Mama, are you giving me to the Papa?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7352706577266169927-3039286761086243833?l=babykrisna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mama, I love RED M&amp;amp;M! And the green ones too.&lt;br /&gt;
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Looking at his M&amp;amp;M, "Mama, there's an "m" on it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7352706577266169927-3548699190243365206?l=babykrisna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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At another birthday party today--this time, he hit the pinata once but refused to do it again.&amp;nbsp; When I asked him if he wants to hit it again, he said "no, I'm waiting for the candies."&amp;nbsp; He was also concerned that we were sitting too far away to get the candy when the pinata breaks, but I told him I was a fast runner and he believed me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7352706577266169927-491641680454818627?l=babykrisna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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He woke up in the middle of the night and told me "I'm cold; I want the hot poy", referring to my goose down blanket so I shared it with him and we snuggled the cold away...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7352706577266169927-7799586757548860692?l=babykrisna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Krisna: Mama, can we watch one more?&lt;br /&gt;
Mama: Yes, we can watch one more.&lt;br /&gt;
Krisna: Mama, did you say we can watch two?&lt;br /&gt;
Mama: No, I said ONE more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7352706577266169927-8208564272633126535?l=babykrisna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Krisna: Mama, do you give me time out because you love me?&lt;br /&gt;
Mama: Yes, I do.&lt;br /&gt;
Krisna: Mama, do you give me time out so I can behave properly?&lt;br /&gt;
Mama: Yes, I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7352706577266169927-7881251296193480608?l=babykrisna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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My sweetheart is already making excuse about not going to school.&amp;nbsp; When 
we got to school, it rains really hard and I made a comment about my umbrella 
and he said, "you have to go back home to get your umbrella...."&amp;nbsp; When we got in, no one was in yet so he said, "no school today, it's 
raining day"... lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7352706577266169927-1814082548792763925?l=babykrisna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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He woke up this morning and asked me, "Are you the love of my love?"&amp;nbsp; For now, I am.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We were leaving the house so I told him to wait and when I'm ready, I will call him.&amp;nbsp; Three second later, he comes over to ask, "Are you ready to call me yet."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7352706577266169927-1814063224575221676?l=babykrisna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Krisna and I have a new goal, to eat our lunch and dinner together at the dining table.&amp;nbsp; He makes so many excuses and reasons to get out of his chair:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Krisna: Mama, I want to hug.&lt;br /&gt;
Mama: After you finish you dinner, we can hug.&lt;br /&gt;
Krisna: I want a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;
Mama: After you finish your dinner, you can kiss me.&lt;br /&gt;
Krisna: I want to sit on you.&lt;br /&gt;
Mama: After you finish your dinner, then you can sit on my lap, hug me and kiss me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7352706577266169927-6572240431599235691?l=babykrisna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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He was doing his puzzle and there was one piece missing and he asked me, "Mama, can you make your magic and bring Thomas' eye back?"&amp;nbsp; Luckily, I saw the piece hanging on his bike so magic happened and the missing piece came back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7352706577266169927-214867855529434903?l=babykrisna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mama: Did you have fun at school?&lt;br /&gt;
Krisna: Uh-ha.&lt;br /&gt;
Mama: Did you eat chicken and rice?&lt;br /&gt;
Krisna: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;
 Mama: All of it?&lt;br /&gt;
Krisna: No, I don't. &lt;br /&gt;
Mama: Did you like it?&lt;br /&gt;
Krisna: No, I don't.&lt;br /&gt;
Mama: Do you like Mama's cooking better?&lt;br /&gt;
Krisna: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My sweet boy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7352706577266169927-607490639296215499?l=babykrisna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Krisna can't seem to make up his mind about school.&amp;nbsp; One moment, he looks forward to going and the next, he tells me he doesn't want to go.&amp;nbsp; When I picked him up, they said he was fine.&amp;nbsp; He had fun but last night, his dad told me he had nightmare about going to school, talking in his sleep, saying "Mama, don't leave me."&amp;nbsp; My poor baby!!!&amp;nbsp; This is only three hour and a half... soon enough, he will have to be there all day.&amp;nbsp; I met a lady who used to work as a preschool teacher and she told me, it is harder on the parents than the kid.&amp;nbsp; She said that most kid stopped crying the moment the parent is out of sight, run around enjoying themselves.&amp;nbsp; It seemed to be the case with Krisna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7352706577266169927-2756326654215342998?l=babykrisna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Krisna:&amp;nbsp; Mama, are you happy?&lt;br /&gt;
Mama: Yes, I am.&lt;br /&gt;
Krisna: Mama, is Krisna, Happy?&lt;br /&gt;
Mama: Yes, you are.&lt;br /&gt;
Krisna: Mama, can you spell my blue bike.&lt;br /&gt;
Mama: B-L-U-E B-I-K-E. Blue bike.&lt;br /&gt;
Krisna: Mama, can you spell, Krisna's blue bike.&lt;br /&gt;
Mama: K-R-I-S-N-A B-L-U-E B-I-K-E. Krisna's Blue bike.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Since he has been riding his blue bike at grandma's house, he is finally pedaling his diego bike inside the house.&amp;nbsp; He told me, my blue bike is for outside and my green bike is for riding inside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7352706577266169927-1776483275088957471?l=babykrisna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Krisna: Mama, did I poop in my diaper?&lt;br /&gt;
Mama: I hope NOT!&lt;br /&gt;
Krisna: I hope YES!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Krisna: Mama, can I play with my puzzles?&amp;nbsp; Am I older yet?&lt;br /&gt;
Mama: Yes, you can play with it.&amp;nbsp; You get older everyday.&lt;br /&gt;
Krisna: Is Mama, getting older everyday with Krisna?&lt;br /&gt;
Mama: Yes, I am.&lt;br /&gt;
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I called Krisna booger sometime and told him I made him from my booger.&amp;nbsp; Well, this morning, he asked me, "Mama, are you making another baby from your booger?" If only, it was that easy...&lt;br /&gt;
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He didn't want to get his pants wet and dirty at the beach so he took it off and tried to run around naked.&amp;nbsp; I told him it wasn't a nude beach and the man next to us laughed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7352706577266169927-3764439821126243148?l=babykrisna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Krisna draws two suns and told me, "Mama, it's two sunny days."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Walking past a neighbor that was smoking, Krisna coughed and he told me, "Mama, the smoke makes me sick. Does it make you sick?"&amp;nbsp; Well, baby, it makes everybody sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7352706577266169927-4674644296380805884?l=babykrisna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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He's officially in a preschool, not the hour and a half, two day a week preschool at El Dorado.&amp;nbsp; That was fun too but I was paying $80 a month.&amp;nbsp; He's with Headstart so it's free and he's there Monday to Thursday from 12:30 to 4:00pm.&amp;nbsp; He had a good day and said he wants to go back.&amp;nbsp; He told me he rode a bike, the long red one and at lunch, he did not drink his milk.&amp;nbsp; He told me he ate pizza but I have to check with the teacher or his menu later.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes, he tells me about food that he ate a few days ago or food he preferred to eat instead of what he actually ate.&amp;nbsp; He does this all the time when I asked what he ate at the Papa's house.&amp;nbsp; He would say ice cream or chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Since yesterday, he keeps asking me, "Mama, is my school on Willow."&amp;nbsp; Yes, it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7352706577266169927-508469874622301995?l=babykrisna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I spilled some juice and he asked me, "Mama, do you need time out?"&amp;nbsp; I asked if he was going to give me and time out and he said "No, Mama, don't need time out and I don't neither."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was getting him some puddy and he asked "Is that for Krisna?&amp;nbsp; Are you getting it for your baby?"&amp;nbsp; Such emphasis... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7352706577266169927-7634160409679839219?l=babykrisna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Krisna: Mama, I want something black.&lt;br /&gt;
Mama: Something black?&amp;nbsp; What could it be?&lt;br /&gt;
Krisna: Is it chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;
Mama: No, it's not chocolate.&amp;nbsp; I think you want blackberry.&lt;br /&gt;
Krisna: No, I don't.&amp;nbsp; I want chocolate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7352706577266169927-1277244833956132458?l=babykrisna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Krisna: Mama, whose rock is this?&lt;br /&gt;
Mama: Mine.&lt;br /&gt;
Krisna: May I touch it?&lt;br /&gt;
Mama: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;
Krisna: May I hold it?&lt;br /&gt;
Mama: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;
Krisna: Who does it belong to?&amp;nbsp; Does it belong to the other rock?&lt;br /&gt;
Mama: No, it belongs to me.&amp;nbsp; They both do.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
An hour later, he asked me if it was raining cats and dogs.&amp;nbsp; I told him to look outside and see if there are any cats and dogs out there.&amp;nbsp; We looked toward the window and there was a cat looking in at us through the window.&amp;nbsp; I screamed and Krisna laughed.&amp;nbsp; "Mama, is that cat looking at us?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Apparently, it rains a cat but no dog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7352706577266169927-7649577085086413710?l=babykrisna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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After 8 plus hours spent at Maximus' birthday party, it was still not enough for Krisna.&amp;nbsp; When we got home, I realized we forgot his jacket and he told me, "we need to go back and get it right now."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7352706577266169927-2158745910395233466?l=babykrisna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Krisna: Mama, can you put your hands down so I can sleep on it.&lt;br /&gt;
Mama: Ok.&lt;br /&gt;
Krisna: MAMA, YOUR HAND, IS LIKE A PILLOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7352706577266169927-420845405649983805?l=babykrisna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Krisna: Mama, I want chips.&lt;br /&gt;
Mama:&amp;nbsp; It's all gone.&lt;br /&gt;
Krisna: Who ate all the chips?&lt;br /&gt;
Mama: Krisna.&lt;br /&gt;
Krisna: Who ate all the blue chips?&lt;br /&gt;
Mama: Krisna.&lt;br /&gt;
Krisna: Who ate all the green chips?&lt;br /&gt;
Mama: Krisna.&lt;br /&gt;
Krisna: (Pointing to me) Is it that Krisna? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7352706577266169927-1438894308065932716?l=babykrisna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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He has been asking for Hiro, a train from Thomas and Friend movie.&amp;nbsp; I said for you birthday and he said Okay.&amp;nbsp; When he realized Maximus' birthday was coming up, he suggested that we buy Hiro for Maximus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7352706577266169927-5557417265495494823?l=babykrisna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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