a certain 4 year old boy staring me down with a pair of scissors in one hand and his hair in the other. I say "Brennon don't cut your hair" and the reply comes "oh yes I am" and snip, a clump of hair in the hand. "but its okay mom, I'll throw it in the trash". Now that's my definition of defiance for today.
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Oh, the memories you receive will fill you up for the years to come.
That's my boy!!!!
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