Caiden and Ady are playing with two stuffed animals, sink full of water, and two brushes. As I am surveying the near drowned animals and my soon to be soaked bathrug, I ask, "What are you doing?"
Caiden, "I'm making him handsome."
I quietly mop the counter and go on my way. What mother could interfere with that?
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