“Will, do you have a poop?” My Mom asks him as she wakes him up from a nap. Will slowly opens one eye and says, “Not Yet.”
“Do you like my new suit?” He says as he squeezes into his sister’s onesie.
“One-two-free-four-five-six-seven-eight-nine-eight-nine-eight-ten-eleven-fourteen! Here I come, PapPap! I looking for you!”
Kate checks out her brother’s antics. This is her intense “thinking” face. She “thinks” a lot.
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