Here I sit checking email...in a rare few moments of quiet (well, not really, but I am sitting) while the boys are awake. The boys are playing as nice as they can together outside and the window is open with a nice pre-storm breeze. I'm actually relaxed! And this is what I hear:
Bubba: "OH. MY. GOSH."
Peanut "What?"
Bubba: "Look at this poop!" (dog poop in the yard)
Silence.
Bubba: "You HAVE to come see this poop!"
Nice.
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