The boys understand Mommy has a black car and Daddy has a blue car. When Daddy leaves, after we all have breakfast together, we look out the laundry room window and watch his blue car drive away, while the boys say, "Daddy's blue car, Daddy's blue car." Gramma's car is champagne gold. We'll have to work on that.
Who're you calling a monkey?
I remember how excited my children were to eat bananas like a monkey. Now, I realize having children prepares you to be a grandparent.
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