Noah: Mom, baby Max threw sand at me.
Me: Baby Max no throwing sand.
A minute later...
Noah: Mom! Max threw sand at me AGAIN!
Me: Max no throwing sand or you'll have to get out of the sandbox.
Noah: AND he'll have to go inside. AND sit in time out. Right Mom?
Me: Umm... sure.
Noah stalks Max around the backyard for the next 5 minutes whispering loudly,
Throw sand at me baby Max. Its ok. Throw sand at me. Please throw sand at me Max.
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Like Father like son (max).
sweet words