Me (at the park): "I'm pooped!"
Tate: "There's a potty over there."
Me: "I meant that I'm tired."
....
Later Tate says: "I almost have to poop."
Me: "Well, we're just about to head home. Can you wait?"
Tate: "No, I don't have to go potty. I'm tired."
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These are Sunday pictures that I took when I realized not only do the kids match, they match the table, too! This is what they do when I request a "cheese!". Avery hopped up on the table and made weird noises while spinning around. I was timing pictures for whenever she was facing the camera.
Another time I was telling Bre about how Eric is about to turn 30 and maybe that's why he's being a stinker about his birthday plans. I loooove celebrations and planning for special occasions. I told Bre that Eric said he just wants a bagel with cream cheese with candle stuck in it for his birthday cake. I said, "He's killing me!" Tate overheard me and was concerned. I need to watch my sayings around this kid from now on =)
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