Last night, I was washing bottles and could hear Will "working something out" in the bathroom. After a few minutes, he yells, "Mommy? Can you come here please?"
I peeked inside and he said, "Can you please bring me a book?"
Stifling a smile, I figured, a boy's got to do what a boy's got to do.
I brought him the first book I found in the living room and started walking away when he said, "Actually, can you bring me one of my new Star Wars books?"
As I started walking away to get a Star Wars book when he yelled to me again, "Mommy? You'd better bring both of them ..."
It may be time to up the fiber.
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