Apparently yesterday at the park, after running behind some bushes, Will ran up to our friend and said, "There was a regular dog over there." She asked what he meant by "regular" and he rolled his eyes at her and said, "Well, it's not a wolf."
Duh.
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This morning there was a cartoon on about camping. The children had this conversation:
Signa- When we go camping, I'm sleeping in the tent with Daddy.
Will- NO! I WANT TO SLEEP IN THE TENT WITH DADDY!
Signa- No, you get to stay with Momma.
Will- NO! I WANT TO GO CAMPING WITH DADDY, TOO!
And then he tried to punch her.
So I told them both that just for that, we are now not going fictional camping.
So there.
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