Last week Aunt Whitney took the boys to the basement to feed the dogs while I made a work phone call. She set Nolan down on the floor and said, "Nash, can you watch Nolan?" Before she stepped outside for a second she saw Nash lick his hands and rub them on Nolan's stomach and back. "Nash, what are you doing?" He looked up at her and said, "I washing Nolan."
"I sorry Daddy. My fault." Nash said this to Jason after he accidentally kicked him.
Nash and I laid out in the driveway to see the meteor shower the other night. I told him I wanted to see a shooting star. He told me he wanted to see a shooting airplane. I showed him the Big Dipper and he later asked me, "Mommy, where the dipping sauce?"
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