Gusi is at that stage where he is really engaging people in conversation. With all the family visiting us stateside, he did not fail to impress. His vocabulary is incredible, he repeats everything and he makes sure folks around him know the rules that he is obliged to follow. For example, my mom took off her seat belt as she was driving into a parking garage one day--before actually parking the car. Gusi told her that she need to always wear her seat belt until the car was parked. Smart, huh?
Well, yesterday morning as Gusi, my mom and I were huddled on my bed around the baby, Gusi was talking to his baby brother and the baby was mesmerized by Gusi. He likes to get up real close to him and tell him what's going on. All of a sudden I hear Gusi saying, "no baby, don't spit, you're not allowed to spit." Huh? Gusi says it again. I look over and see the baby spitting up all over himself. I grabbed the baby to burp him and explained to Gusi that he wasn't spitting on purpose, but that his tummy had too much gas so the extra milk was coming out with the gas. Still, I wonder if Gusi understood or just thought that his brother was getting away with something.
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