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Caleb Weighs In

On our way home tonight, Caleb was babbling away as usual from the back seat.  All of a sudden, totally unprompted, he quietly said, "baby sister."  I turned to Mike and asked if he heard it, too, and we both paused for a moment to listen again.

"What was that, buddy?" Mike asked.  Silence.  I chimed in, "what are you talking about?"  More silence.  We smiled and gave up trying.  But a few seconds later...

"Baby sister."

"Baby sister!"

"BABY SISTER."

"Go see baby sister?"

"Go see?"

"Baby sister!"

And he carried on till we were almost home.  A prophetic word, perhaps?  Only time will tell!  But in the meantime, it was pretty cute, even if he was just regurgitating something he picked up from who-knows-where.

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