My sweet boys are each others' best friend. They play together all day long and miss each other when they can't be together. Sometimes I don't understand the things they find amusing - like "Potty Talk Time" when Knox goes in the bathroom while Tate sits on the pot; or jumping on the couch after dinner (when I tell them EVERY night to get their stinky feet off my couch). I don't think it really matters what they're doing... they just like to be together. And there's no possible way I can find fault in that...
Nothing like getting sprayed in the face by water from your big brother's mouth!
Love to y'all,
Tracy
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