wiley loves to be told stories. mostly he requests stories about armadillo, man man, and woody. when i tell him stories about these guys they're like after school specials--they go to the park and take turns or they help their mother and use all their manners, but when york tells wiley stories about these guys they fly around and go: pow, pow...guess whose stories wiley likes to reenact.
the other story he loves to hear came about one day when i caught him eating the hand soap while wasing his hands so i told him how my mother used to make me eat soap wen i said something naughty. now he loves to ask, what did your mom do? and have me tell him that story. luckily he hasn't connected that my mother=grammy.
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they were the good old days! and the things you obviously remember so well. where did you learn those words anyhow?
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