“Mom, when we get home, Jamie and I need to have a talk, OK? We’re going to go in our room and sit on our new beds and have a talk. I’m going to tell him how to be good and not do bad things.” Later, when we got home, overheard outside their bedroom door, “Jamie, come up on my bed for a talk. I’m your big brother and I know that it’s not good to hit people. Jamie, what are your favorite things? Seahawks? Alli? Bunk Beds? Jamie, those are all your favorite things! We had a rough day so I think we should have a little rest now.”
“Mommy, mine butt makes poo poo!”
“Mom, my throat doesn’t feel good. It needs a hot dog in it. That will make it better real fast.”
“Tantrum town! Tantrum town! Tantrum town!”
“When Uncle Leland gets taller, he’s going to be Bad Spider-Man. But I’m going to be Good Spider-Man and I will fight him.”
In bed this morning, when Tony stepped into the bathroom. “Mommy! Daddy FART!”
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