. . . . one of Joey's questions about our trip to Indiana. No matter how many times I've told him that we speak English, he always reverts back to "our Spanish." It always makes me smile. (We have so many wonderful people in our lives that speak Spanish as their dominant language.)
He asked me what my favorite word was yesterday. I told him I didn't know. His favorite word is "batcave." It figures! He pressured me into a favorite word - I came up with "speckled." Not really sure - I need to think about this more.
He's so sweet as we leave for our week long trip. He told my sister, and then later my parents, "I'm gonna miss you. I want you to remember one thing. . . . . . I. . . love. . . you!"
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