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lost letter

A few days ago, I put a letter for mailing on the kitchen counter. Of course, when I finally remembered that I had yet to mail it, I couldn’t find it. So I asked the boys if they had seen it. No, actually, I think I asked them if they had taken it.

I looked directly at Little Dude. He “mailed” one of my letters not too long ago. “Did you take my letter?”

“No,” was the quick answer but I didn’t grill him any further. Little Dude hasn’t learned to lie about taking my things, yet. And, the last and only time he did take one of my letters, he led me straight to his “mailbox”.

I then turned my attention on LittleR Dude. “Did you take my letter?”

“I put it with my treasures, mommy!” he admits.

Content with this explanation, we continued eating our breakfast.

A half an hour later, I followed my 2 1/2-year-old to the spot where he kept his treasures. He led me up the stairs to his brother’s room and opened the play kitchen oven.

“Huh?! It’s not here.” So to the bonus room above the garage we went. He opened a drawer and found what he was looking for.

“Here’s your letter, mommy!”

An honest mistake, I suppose.

“No. No. I’m looking for a paper letter in an envelope with a stamp on it,” I explained. LittleR Dude seemed confused and handed me the “Y” train.

Just then, Little Dude walked in the room, pointed to the top of the window and yells, “There’s your letter up there, mommy!”

Feeling a little defeated, I took my “Y” train, went back downstairs to finish my morning coffee.

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poop formations

The boys were gathered around the toilet bowl yesterday. Little Dude was sitting on the seat. LittleR Dude hovering over the bowl, finger pointing at the floaties.

“That’s an icecream cone!”

“Yeah. And those are icecream. They go on top of the icecream cone.”

Feeling queasy, yet? Me, too.

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big imples

I’m sitting on the toilet. LittleR Dude walks to the open door and asks, “Can I come in?!”

He sits on the stool directly across from me and notices a magazine hanging sideways on the towel rack. There’s an ad showing the back of a woman. She has nothing on except a thin line of body lotion wrapping around the back of her neck mimicking halter top strings tied into a bow.

“She’s naked.”

“Yes, she is.”

“She has big imples.”

“Her elbows are little big.” More bony than big, I think to myself.

“Her imples are big.” He points to her shoulder blades.

I turn my head sideways to see the ad right-side up. A light bulb switches on inside my head.

“Oh, that’s her back. You can’t see her front.”

“I have big imples,” he says tweeking them.

I smile.

“You have big imples,” he adds and I redivert the little fingers reaching towards me, wrapping them around my neck instead.