Walker's had a habit of waking up and coming downstairs in the middle of the night ever since Ellie was born. He used to try to get in bed with us or wake us up and we'd usually take him back up to his bed, which he never liked. Older and wiser, he now simply makes himself a bed on the couch so he doesn't have to go back up. The other morning, after he woke up from his self-made couch bed . . .
Me: What are you doing on the couch?
Walker: My bed was being a bad bed.
Me: Why?
Walker: It was making me uncomfortable.
Me: Well, did you put it in time out?
Walker: No . . . I can't carry it.
Sunday morning I was walking Walker and Ellie into church.
Walker: Daddy, why do you have to lock the door?
Me: So nobody can get in our car and steal it.
Walker: But they know they're not supposed to steal things.
Me: Well, sometimes people make bad choices and steal things anyway.
Ellie: Puppies don't steal things.
Anderson's first tooth finally popped through. Now he thinks he can eat anything - including the other babies in the nursery at church. He always crawls over to them and tries to swallow their faces. Such a little bully.
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Anderson is just giving those kids kisses. He's not a bully...a little too amorous maybe.
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