"Mommy! My pimple got bigger today!"
"You have a pimple?"
"Yeah, you know the pimple in my eye. It got bigger today."
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We were trying to get out the door for work/school/daycare and Charlie wanted to be held. Will shakes his finger at him and says, "Charlie. Please stop. You know how hard Mommy has it with just Daddy and me to deal with."
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We've been out of town for two weekends in a row and the laundry has piled up a bit.
Will has some sort of aversion to having just one pair of jeans or just two pairs of underwear in his drawer. (It reminds me of how some people always have to have 80 rolls of toilet paper stockpiled in a cellar.)
Anyway, I had washed and folded a lot of his pants but hadn't put them away. I told him he could put them away or he could just grab them out of the basket.
I actually told him that about 10 times. He was not happy with my response. We were both upstairs and, knowing what I'd say, Will yells down to Scott, "Daddy! You might want to tell Mommy that she needs to put more jeans in my drawer!"
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