In recent weeks you've become my working buddy. I mentioned in a previous post how I must challenge myself to give you tasks to do. I have good reasons other than being lazy. Four reasons...1. You love it when I give you tasks to do. 2. It builds trust between us (if I ask you to do something it must mean I think you're a capable little dude.) 3. You're my buddy and I love you beside me. 4. YOU CAN! Why should I pick the blocks up for the 20th time today when you can?
So big work duties this week? I have you carry your own diaper when we go to the library in your very own stylish vintage Star Wars back pack. Mommy bought this at a garage sale for a buck to give Daddy about 14 years ago. Little did I know that our little boy would carry it one day... well actually we must have known as we kept it in pristine condition. I rewarded you with a muffin from Bloomington Bagel. Although I haven't posted about it I must mention that you LOVE muffins almost as much as that sticky stinky thumb you suck.
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Can't take it. Just can't take it.
Gma P
Right on H! Now, if you would just come on over to our place. Bring your duster!
Hey Henry - you can come over and help Nana and Great-Grandma dust anytime. Looks like you are doing a great job.
Hmm - your daddy never really wanted to do that!
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