The other day, I was sitting on the couch when Sam snuck up behind me and pulled on the waistband of my shorts and looked in. He shouted, "Poop?" Apparently he think since I do that to him, he needs to do it back. Once again - oh, the glamour.
His other new thing is narration. This is usually adorable, except if Matt is crying: "Matt cry! Matt cry! Matt cry!" Matt doesn't appreciate it.
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