Today you stole the mints out of my purse and what you didn't eat you fed to the dog.
You look so angelic while you are sleeping. If there wasn't a drop of non-washable green paint beside your head I might even think that little event never even took place.
I often wonder what the boys think about when they sleep. Are they hatching diabolical little plots in their dreams?
No idea. All I know is if they aren't, they sure are little masterminds if they manage to come up with all of this crap on the fly.
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