July 9, 2001 - Monday
A week ago Saturday during dinner, Harry's mother said "oh, my!" in exclamation of a huge folk full of spaghetti that Harry was putting in his mouth and a week later it seems to have become his first phrase. He's been going around saying "oh, my" to a variety of things like large piles of dirt, foods, and at various other random times that never seem terribly inappropriate for an "oh, my." It's classic toddler stuff that just too endearing


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