Noah just informed me that I need to go to the store while he and daddy do "man work" in daddy's office. Uh... ok. That's better than him wanting a uterus on Friday I guess. If TJ or I dare enter daddy's office while Noah and daddy are doing "man work" we are told to leave and go in the kitchen. "It's 'man work' time."
How funny is that?! Where do they get these things!
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Jill, I just adore your kids. Truly. And one day, I dearly hope to hug them.
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