Again this week, not really five, but I do what I can.
I told Butter he needed to take a potty break one day this week. He told me, “That’s not possible!”
Little Bear loves to dig through our cabinets. Specifically, the cabinet I keep all of my baking stuff in. One day, he grabbed a container and said, “Cup!” [which means drink to him]. I told him, “No, Bear. You cannot drink the cornstartch.”
The boys are staying with their grandparents this weekend because we have all the things to clean. [I'm not even done with our bedroom and I've been working on it since 9 a.m.] Butter called me this afternoon, because he knows our phone numbers, and told me, “Mommy, I’m going to a party. Then I’m going to my hotel.” He was right, kind of. He was going to a cook out, and then to a cousin’s timeshare for the weekend!
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