But seriously...you're fixated on the cars and trucks. You slept totally surrounded in them...I slept on one.
We woke up pretty early...4am to be exact. We managed to wait until about 9 to leave the house and pick up Steph, and the lot of us went to the dog park with Aiden, you got your matchbox version of Steph's Dad's car (the brand of which I just googled with a thousand different spellings and just can't find it...) and loved it...and then did some shopping for Mama... Mama never gets to shop for herself! You didn't really melt down until we were close to leaving, and it was nothing that couldn't be solved by getting to "drive" for a while.
You napped for a bit, and then we ate lunch...you played a ton of games on our phones, and were apparently paying very close attention while driving me crazy and making me do numerical dot-to-dots over and over and over again, because later in the night while I was doing something on the computer, I heard you counting to 20...looked over at you, and you had done the whole thing by yourself! I took a screen shot so that you won't be able to deny that you can do it the next time you force me into an endless chain of doing it for you. Being not quite fluent though, you might get out of it anyway. Stinker.
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