Carter and Peter stayed with PaPa and Elley this week for a day or so. When Carter woke up after spending the night back at home, he immediately said he was ready to go back to Elley's house. Then, he got occupied here and was fine. When he got into a little trouble later that day (and was mad at me), he said, "Mom, I 'posed to meet Elley at Dairy Keen."
I cannot remember if I posted this one before, but a few weeks ago, Carter was having a bad day with minding, etc. I had disciplined him and when Dad got home, he got in trouble for something else. He started whimpering, "I don't want to be frusterbated! Daddy's frusterbated. Mommy's frusterbated. I don't want to be frusterbated!"
I didn't think I'd put this on the blog but I'm going to. Sorry for the TMI. Sometimes when people are tired around here, they say they are pooped out. Well, Carter had to go to the bathroom one morning. After spending a good amount of time going, and going quite a bit, he said, "Hey Mom! I'm all pooped out!" Literally!
Carter taking Peter for a ride...
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