I was getting Miles into his pjs for bed when he pointed to a shirt laying next to us. The shirt is 3-6 month, but still fits my tiny two year old well enough that Daddy put it on him last week.
Miles: That's MY shirt.
Me: Actually, it's Quentin's.
Miles: Nope, it's mine.
Me (laughing): Nope, it's Quentin's.
Miles (very seriously): No, really, it's my shirt.
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