Before dinner, while cooped up in the playroom, she said, “Yook at my bum-bum” after having stripped off her diaper.

While eating, he said, “Jack and I sometimes argue.  He says he is 4.5 but that I am not.”  “Well, buddy, you will be 4.5 in a few months.”  **tears, crying, crying, tears**

And I had a dance off with the other she to settle an argument.

Just a few of the days highlights.