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.
He's ready for Clown College
Robert had a dish of whole dried plums, and I saw that Jonathan was eating one. I told Robert, "That was certainly nice of you to share your snack with Brother." He said, "I didn't give him one--he helped himself." I went over and looked in the bowl--there was one left. "How many did he take?" I asked. I realized that was a stupid question and started taking the plums out of Jonny's mouth. One, two, three, four were pulled out, just like the magicians' scarf trick.
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