So, Ryan, Abbey, Dylan, and I were reading a book before bed. Abbey was drinking her water and chewing on her sippy cup (yuck!) I noticed she was chewing on something while holding the cup and asked her if she had plastic in her mouth. When she said yes, I asked her to spit it out. Pretending to oblige, she stuck out her tongue, but I couldn't see the plastic. I asked her where the plastic was, and she looked thoughtful before answering.
Abbey: "Probably downstairs."
Me: "No honey, I don't think it's downstairs."
Abbey: "Probably it's in Dylan's mouth."
Poor guy. He can barely hold up his own head, and he's already getting blamed for her silly antics.
This isn't bedtime, but you have to love a dude rocking a Run DMC onesie.
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