Last night it was a nasty brown quarter!!!
On the way home yesterday, I was trying to teach Turner his address, but he was not cooperating. I told him that if anyone ever asked where he lived or what his address was-then he interrupted me and said, "I live at MY HOUSE!"
When we got home, I asked Turner if he wanted to split a cookie and he was all for it. I gave him one and he walked away. I said, "Hey! Aren't you going to share with me?" He said, "No. You get one of those.", and he pointed to the rest of the batch.
While getting ready for dinner last night, Turner was digging through our dresser drawers. I heard him say, "My blankey!", then he took off running. I walked in the living room and saw him dragging my light blue satin night gown around.
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