Truman: I love Charlie Brown!
Me (thinking: Awww... he thinks that Snoopy is Charlie Brown.)
Truman: I really like Charlie Brown's dog, Snoopy!
Me: That's cool. I like Snoopy too. (thinking: Wow! I was wrong. He's smarter than I thought. He knows Charlie Brown and Snoopy's names. I guess I should stop treating him like he's so young.)
Truman: Mom, what's the name of the yellow dog?
Me: *giggle* You mean the yellow bird? His name is Woodstock. (thinking: Okay - he is still young. I'll enjoy the innocence while it lasts!)
Truman: Woodstock. That's his name! I like him too.
Me (thinking: Awww... he thinks that Snoopy is Charlie Brown.)
Truman: I really like Charlie Brown's dog, Snoopy!
Me: That's cool. I like Snoopy too. (thinking: Wow! I was wrong. He's smarter than I thought. He knows Charlie Brown and Snoopy's names. I guess I should stop treating him like he's so young.)
Truman: Mom, what's the name of the yellow dog?
Me: *giggle* You mean the yellow bird? His name is Woodstock. (thinking: Okay - he is still young. I'll enjoy the innocence while it lasts!)
Truman: Woodstock. That's his name! I like him too.
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