Every morning the boy gets up, goes to the potty, and gets himself dressed. This morning I woke up to Declan running down the hall with a "gotta go potty!" and I couldn't wait for him to get dressed. When he went to get some clean gitchies, he said "HEY!!!! What my stocking doing in my gitch?" I said "How did that get in there? Let's go hang it up on the fireplace." But when we got to the living room we found:
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| *Someone* had hung gitchies from the mantle. With care, obviously. |
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| Oh, Gumdrop!!!!!! |
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