One Friday not long ago Easton was helping me pack a bag for a sleep over at Grandma and Papa's. He was looking at the items I had picked out and informed me that "Don't worry Mama. We don't need this stuff. Grandma has a clo at her house." I kind of nodded and smiled but continued to pack but then he repeated himself. I asked him if he meant clothes, thinking he was just mispronouncing the word by saying clo. He said "NO Mama! Grandma has A CLO at her house. You know, just one?" I giggled all night thinking about Easton giving me a lesson in singular and plural words at the age of 3.
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