(Turner did not have a discipline or injury note on his report card yesterday, so I assume that he and Brady resolved the "your in my seat" issue peacefully. YAY!)
Last night, after Turner's bath, he was running around the house naked as usual. I walked into the bathroom and found him dancing, alone and naked, to a Bruce Springsteen song on the radio. He was so into it. He said, "Come on. Come dance with me." Of course I did. To my surprise, he bent over, put his hands on his knees, and shook his naked little booty from side to side. It was absolutely hilarious. As long as I live, I will treasure that memory.
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