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.