After hearing Logan yelling for me, I walk into the kid's bedroom at 5:45 this morning to be greeted by my dear son telling me,
"Good morning Mommy. I have a bbbbiiiiggggggg poop. It's dicusting (disgusting)."
Breakfast anyone??
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