So, B just picked something out of his nose and showed it to me. I thought it was going to be my morning gift, but B said, "Dada." He turned around, walked over to Ryan, and handed him the gift he'd just fetched...from his nose.
Just to further torture Ryan, B just went to the window, looked out, and told Ryan that he needed to go mow the yard. Ahhh, the makings of a great kid.
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