Jon has not been drinking much milk lately, and this evening, when I asked him to drink some of his milk, he said, "Needs butterscotch", and mimicked squeezing a squirt bottle into his cup.
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.
Bobby wants to play now. Right now! Now his knee is on my left arm as I type. When I posted the first message, he looked at it and said "That smells like your email!"
I didn't realize that, along with every contagious disease that comes down the pike, that I would also catch the dreaded scourge of whining. I was at the doctor's office yesterday, loaded down with sweet little baby, when the receptionist handed me a three page document to fill out. "Do I have to do it now?" I whined.
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