Worst Part of the Day - Getting brutal to get Wes out of the house in the morning. He's like one of those superstitious bingo ladies who has to have her two troll dolls, one teacup and five bingo cards. He keeps filling bags with toys and other odds and ends around the house. It is baglady-esque. And he needs all these odd things before we can get into the car. Here's hoping this be a short lived phase.
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