We woke up to you requesting all sorts of strange things...you wanted to wear my socks, you wanted a sweater over your (fleece) pajamas...and you were SCREAMING these things at me. Sigh.
Papa is coming over tomorrow so you wanted to clean a little bit. I wanted to go food shopping, but you insisted on sweeping first, so after that and a nap or two we headed out to Trader Joe's where you just cuted your way through the whole store... It was POURING when we left, so I put the Ergo over your head and you played peekaboo with it. You're the best. Stop screaming at me.
Also, stop going into cabinets and taking out chips and dumping them out all over the place.
Love you...
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