This morning Haydn was making some big poops (too much info for a blog? maybe. Oh well.) Connor heard Haydn grunting and came in our room. He looks at his little brother, looks up at his mommy and says, "Haydn go *nnngh*, that why Haydn need me!" What a helpful big brother!
Connor also said, "Haydn, when you make poopies, that's why your bum hurts!"
He then said, "Don't worry, little one!" It's always surprising how much of what mommy and daddy say ends up coming out of Connor's mouth.
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