A couple of months ago Dave and Henry were standing by the microwave and Dave began the countdown to the completion of warming "precious", Henry's bottle.
I heard Dave, "10, 9, 8, 7..." and I heard Henry counting with his Daddy, "blah, jabber, OAT!, jabber..."
Dave looks up and says, "I didn't realize "OAT" was a number but he said it with such oomph I have to give him credit for that one."
Since this time "OAT!" has become part of our family lingo. We have adjusted the meaning and use it sort of like Homer Simpson uses the word, "D'OH" or when I am trying to roll my pregnant belly over in bed to get comfortable "OAT!" often rolls off my tongue.
OAT!, got to go...the phone is ringing. :)
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You "OAT" to get Henry on tape saying that so you can remember his cute little 2 year old voice! Can't wait for his little brother :)
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