Last night, I was cleaning up after dinner, not worrying about the kids, because I could hear them playing and giggling together in the living room. Then, my brain caught on to what G was saying, "Fetch, Baby!" I walked in there to see Garrett throw a tennis ball across the room, then Scout scramble to get it and bring it back to him. He was treating her like a dog! At least they were getting along, right?
1 comment:
That's too funny! I'd say it's better than Ava ramming a pony into Tristan's head!
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