The other night, I was rubbing Ry’s back as we were settling down into bed. I rub and coo and we snuggle.. I said “you like your bed, don’t you?” and he quietly mumbles back, “uh, huh”…..
To which Tege pipes in just as quietly, “It’s my bed.”
Got a chuckle from Bob and I. I then told Tege the bed was mine and Daddy’s, until he came along and then we started sharing…. Tege didn’t miss a beat, replying with “Umm… no… it’s my bed.”
No arguing with a tired 4 year old. Of course, we’ve long known *everything* of ours is really his.
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LOL!
> Isn’t that the truth?