Today after nap, #2 wobbled into the den with a simple question.Him: Mom, do you think I'm old enough to eat all my breakfast, lunch, and dinners on the couch?
Me: (not really wanting to go into the whole "it's really not an age issue, but rather an issue of staining the white-ish couch" converstaion) I don't think so.
Him: Oh. That's too bad.
Me: Why, son?
Him: Well, I was just wanting to make my life cozier.
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