Andy spends the night at his Grandma Diane's house every other weekend. He adores her and she adores him. And it gives us a break to do fun things or necessary chore things, or relaxing things.
Sometimes, his parroting nature causes trouble. Little ears are always listening.
Yesterday we walked in the door of her house to pick him up.
I exclaimed, "Hi, Andy!"
He looked up casually from the car he was playing with and said, "Dammit!"
I need to record these things before they disappear.
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