When Jett wants to go outside (which is just about every morning when Charlie and I leave for work), he tries to open the closet where we keep the stroller. Then he stands below the hooks where we hang our keys, and then he walks to the front door.
When I sign "bath" he walks to the bathroom, and when I open the door, he walks in and tries to climb in the tub.
And when I ask for a kiss, he puckers up and lays one on me. (If he's in the right mood, of course.)
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