Robert talks all day long, and his voice gets higher pitched the later in the day it gets. By bedtime, it can hurt the ears. I'm convinced the kid probably talks all night, and we just can't hear it, but the neighborhood dogs probably can.
Banned from the YMCA
It hasn't come to that, but Bobby did: disrupt the "Mat Rats" class by his usual tomfoolery, bean a girl on the head with a hard plastic toy, swipe a piece of chocolate from a little boy, and was about to swing another hard plastic toy around his head when I finally caught up with him. This all was after the morning, when, in the cold rain, he decided to lead me on a chase around the preschool parking lot. At dinner I announced I was running away to join the circus. Bobby replied, "Mommy, you don't have to run. You can just drive your car to the circus."
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