Wiley had a bottle, one that he likes to give to his baby doll. I noticed he had some water in the bottle and was drinking it; water that I had not given him. I watched him for a second and figured it out. He was scooping water out of the dogs' bowl.
Wiley's been riding Molly. He hops on her back, holds onto her collar and says "nay, nay." He also shoved a book at her last night and told her "read story."
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