The other night the boys were horsing around before bed and Nico fell and hit his forehead... after he had calmed down and I was tucking him into bed, I asked him “how’s your forehead doing?” He looked at me a bit, stuck his lip out, grabbed his forehead where he had hit it and said “not perfect”
This afternoon we were walking down the street when Benjamin stopped at a house, stared down at yard sand said “uhm, they are growing flowers out of their grass” (referencing thedandelion weeds that has bloomed...)
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