This morning, B treated me to a few (bossy) gems:
B took my glasses. I asked for them back, and he said, "Um, you have to share, Mommy."
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I told him the eye doctor said his eyes were perfect. "Perfect?" he asked. "Yes, B, your eyes are perfect. That means you don't need glasses." A few minutes later, he says, "I'm the doctor, and you're the boy. Your eyes are purple."
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He messed up the settings on the remote control, and I asked him if he wanted me to fix it. Handing it to me, he said, "Yeah, go for it!"
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