Today Davis woke up early and snuggled in bed with me for awhile. I asked him if he had any dreams, and miraculously, I actually remembered one of mine. I told him that I had taken Dad to my high school reunion in my dream, but he wouldn't dance with me.
"Mom, maybe you were bugging him so he didn't want to dance," Davis suggested.
"Maybe. . . . Do I bug you sometimes, Davis?" I replied.
"Yeah. About my clothes. I really hate that."
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Lol! You go Davis! Be an original! :gives Davis a high-five:
Marlee tells me I bugg her also with her clothes all the time!!! I think it is a 5 year old thing???? :)
That's just like a son! Calvin could have said the same thing.. only, I didn't take the time to ask. How special of you!!!!
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