Brody and I were waiting in line at Costco today, and he would not hold still in the cart! He was making me crazy- fidgeting, trying to climb out, squirming around, but it was too crowded to let him out. Finally I asked, "Brody, what on earth is wrong?"
To which he replied, plain as day, "Mama, I POOPED!"
No, your eyes do not deceive you. Brody wants to have two dogs when he goes to bed at night. They're identical- I purchased the second one about a year ago so we'd have a back up in case of emergency.
Brody spent some time with just ONE of the dogs up at his grandparents, and I thought I'd broken him of the habit, but no such luck. When he came home, he spied him on the closet shelf and wanted him immediately.
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