MINE!!

This is officially my new least favorite word.  Ian must say it and other forms of it (NO MINE, my, me, etc.) 150 times a day.  Much to the chagrin of his mortified mother, he proudly yelled it at several kids at story time today.  The only good thing about this development is that he says, "My baby," when people come near Claire.  Guess that means he'll always have her back.

Thankfully, Claire doesn't speak a word yet.