While I was sitting on the couch, Burley kept coming up to me & whining & thrashing around like he was miserable(in typical 2yo fashion), but wouldn't tell me what was wrong. Finally fed up with this I said, "WHAT?!? WHAT IS IT? YOU HAVE TO TELL ME WHAT YOU NEED!" His reply was simply, "Mommy, I need paci, blankie, cup, book, a color & mommy's phone." Who knew little boys could be so high maintenance?
6 years ago
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