Anditallevensoutintheend

The charmed evening lasted for a while, and then regular programming was resumed. After the baths, Logan sheepishly beckoned me into the bathroom to give some plumbing assistance. As we both stood there, arms crossed, looking at the distressed appliance and waiting it out, he observed, “That is one cloggy toilet.”

Then, after they were all dried off and jammied up, we held tumbing practice on Mommy & Daddy’s bed. Flips and gainers, aerials and cannonballs. Amidst the mayhem, Dylan perked up and said, “Mommy! I have a secret for you!” I must have looked hesitant, because he immediately reassured me in all seriousness, “Don’t worry, Mommy, I’m not going to spit on you.”

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