Took Matthew to get his hair cut yesterday. When it's all done, I notice red marks on his forehead. Worried he might have been cut, I look closer. As I do this, Matthew says, "Ohh, yeah, that's my Harry Potter scar. I drew it on at school with my correcting pen." (At least it wasn't sharpie!)
"Mom, please turn on the heat conditioning!" (Matthew after his swim lesson tonight)
"Matthew just stuck a straw up his nose and blew bubbles in his soda." (Text from Julia while we were at a swim meet)
You know you're having a tough morning when you utter a phrase like this: "Yes, Matthew, you can shoot your sister. But, you have to brush your teeth and put on your shoes and socks first."
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