On the 16th we were eating lunch when Leona suddenly became concerned. She took Timothy's hand and carefully examined his wrist. I asked what she was doing and she told me that she was checking his wrist because she thought that he'd had a rubber band around his wrist. Just chub. :)
A couple days later we had the following conversation.
L: I want to hold Timothy.
Me: Ok
L: I want to hold him in my bed.
Me: Well I think the floor is a better idea. Your bed has too many...
L: Boogers!
Me: (Shocked and disgusted face) I was going to say toys.
L: (sheepish face because she outed herself as a gross little goblin)
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