My 3 y.o. has a wicked sense of humor. Or maybe he's just plain wicked. Yesterday I was carrying my baby inside from the car when he dropped his binkie. I asked #3 to please pick up the binkie for me. "No." "Will you please?" I asked ever so kindly. So he bends over and picks it up, then he dips it in a pile of dirt before handing it over. Maybe I should have been mad, but I had to keep myself from laughing. What a stinker! I gotta love him.
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You are so good to be so mellow, I am hoping as I have more children I will be able to let go a little more. I always see the humor in things, but usually not until after. It's something I need to work on.
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