Dad and I were sitting here this afternoon when Colby had, well, an itch. I wasn't really paying attention to be honest and next thing I know, his hand is down the back of his pants addressing this "itch", and suddenly, he takes his hand out and decides to smell it. Of course, the squished up nose face was next with the comment "Ew, my hand smells like poop!" I had a sudden flashback of a monkey in a tree. I think my dad is still laughing. I'm so proud. RIGHT!
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When Colby decides to leave home, he can come to Saint John and stay with us. I figure that should be shortly after he learns how to read. Is nothing sacred??
We don't need every detail...
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