Little Monster is a great big brother. The other day we were out and about, driving all over the county. The sun was shining into the back of the truck, right into Butterball's eyes. I turned around and found Little Monster adjusting the shade. I told him to stop playing with her seat:
Little Monster, stop messing with your sister's seat. You're going to wake her up.
No, mommy. I just fixing it. Da sun was in Butterballs eyes. She not happy.
Oh, okay. Little Monster, You're such a good big brother.
No, I dest batman.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
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