Last weekend we cleaned up the yard, and Tripp watched as Cody raked leaves outside of his bedroom window. This morning when I put Tripp down in his room he immediately crawled to the windows and started grunting. (Grunting usually indicates that I have somehow not read his mind in order to anticipate his every need.) So, I went to his window and opened the blinds. Tripp then started banging on the window yelling, “Da, da, daddy!” over and over again. I guess that is where he thinks he goes to every day.
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