"But you get the food!" Will shouted to me as I left the upstairs bedroom where he was sleeping tonight.
For the past week or so he's been telling me that he can't sleep upstairs...he can only sleep on the middle floor (his way of saying he wants to sleep in our bedroom) But tonight another reason came out....the food is on the middle floor. "Mom, you get to eat when you go to bed...you are down there by the fridge that's FULL of food!"
Move over sugar plums, he's having visions of leftovers dancing in his head.
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Will is so deep. I was just thinking about his comment while stranded on the stage, "could you please move out of my way." Maybe for his bday you should get him a little portable fridge?! hah
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