That is approximately how many times a day Samuel calls for me "moar, moar". For reasons unknown to me he seems to especially enjoy calling for me when I am in the shower.
Why?
Our conversation sounds something like this:
Samuel: Moar, moar
Me: Yes honey, I am in the shower
Samuel: Moar, moar
Me: Yes, I am in the shower right now
Samuel: Moar, moar
Me: Sweetie, I am in the shower so I can't come right now
Samuel: Moar, moar
Me: I'll be out in a minute
Samuel: Moar, moar
Me: Honey ... I'll be there in a minute
Samuel: Moar, moar
Me: ...
Samuel: Moar, moar
Me: ...
And it is around this point in the conversation that I can hear little footsteps and a little voice that gets closer and closer. Often it ends with Samuel out in the bathroom, either pulling the shower curtain away or flushing the toilet. The kid sure knows how to have fun.
It is slightly annoying and very very sweet!
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