The other day I took Andy to get his hair cut. The barber shop is on the back side of the building where I used to see a chiropractor. Once or twice I didn't have a babysitter and had to take him with me on a visit to have my spine adjusted.
As we drove by searching for a place to park, Andy squealed, "Look Mommy! There's the pirate-quackter!"
I need to record these things before they disappear.
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