So before I start my true story. I have to say ITS FRIDAY. Yes I did my happy dance. Even though I did it at 6pm today I still did it. My husband saw my dancing up the stairs and looked at me like I was a total dork but that is okay because he kept saying dont rub it in. Cause he has to work early, like 530 am early! But guess what?! ITS FRIDAY :)
Okay so my true story.
This involves me, and two 3 year old boys. Both of whom are now the proud big brothers of baby brothers. I will call them Ryan and Mark.
So it goes like this:
Me to Ryan: How do you like your new little bother?
Ryan: I like him but wait, Mark have you gotten yours yet?
Mark: Yeah I got him.
Ryan: Oh cool, I didnt know you got him.
Mark: Yeah I got him a couple weeks ago.
(It sounds like they sell baby brothers at the store now lol)