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Quite the Character

It was Sleepy's turn to go out to breakfast with Doc last Saturday. When they got home, Doc asked with exasperation, "Why is it our children always have to fart in public?" He said that when they were waiting for the hostess to seat them, he got a whiff and had to move away.

"Ha," I said. With my voice riddled with sarcasm, I said, "That's nothing. This morning, I was giving the boys a bath. I turned on the water and as they jumped into the tub, Sleepy announced, 'I have to go poop!' So, he gets on the toilet and proceeds to stink up the bathroom. I yelled, 'Sleepy!' but since there was really nothing I could do about it, I had to endure the stench while lathering up Happy's hair.

Two seconds later, Sleepy jumps off and says, 'All done!' I looked into the toilet and there was nothing there. The kid had stunk up the bathroom by farting."

A couple days later, the boy was on his knees coloring a picture when he put too much pressure on the crayon and it broke. He showed me the broken crayon and I said, "Wow! You sure are strong!" He said matter-of-factly, "Yeah." Then he looks at me with exasperation. "It's because you made me eat my green beans!" he said.

Happy came upstairs to my bedroom one time and announced that Sleepy had kicked him out of the tent. Sleepy had followed him up the stairs, so I told him to say he was sorry to Happy. He rubs Happy's arm and says he's sorry. Then Happy told on him again and I told Sleepy to apologize. He exclaimed, "Again?!" in amazement. I said, "Of course, again!"

The child is turning out to be quite the character.

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