Once I sent Meg into the bathroom to change Baby Samuel's poopy pull-up. She knelt there, trying to figure out how to get a handle on the very very nasty pullup to get it off. Baby Samuel stood there.
Meg: Samuel, why don't you pull it off.
Samuel: I'm not touching that thing!
(Apparently it was time for him to be potty-trained.)
I remember when. . .
I
had to keep my eyes on little Laurie constantly when we were out
because she was constantly on the lookout for gum to chew.,.. You know
the kind, the black hard splat of gum stuck to the floor in the
drugstore that someone had already chewed and dropped and several
someone elses had stepped on. . . Before I knew it, into her mouth it
would go. I guess it seemed to her to be a shame to waste a perfectly
good piece of gum. She also like to secretly check the underside of
pews at church for any lost treasures of gum that she could appropriate.
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