this morning york was lying in wiley's bed and wiley was telling york that it was his bed and york should go sleep in his own bed. york would argue back, no, i'm sleeping here since you were sleeping in my bed. when i walked in the room, wiley said, "mom, we fighting."

wiley asked, "mom are you the boss of the universe?"

wiley gave archer man-man today when he was fussing: see mom it makes him happy.

wiley pooped in the bathtub tonight.