Franklin has learned to draw "guys".
The other morning, Theo was telling me, laughing, about how he remembers (? one time a year or so ago he cried to me because he could not remember what it was like) being in my tummy and that he used to kick at my insides. Then we talked about how I think he was dancing on my insides. Franklin chimed in, as he often does, wanting to be a part of the conversation and share what brother is doing. "Mommy, I remember when I was in your tummy, too. When I was in your tummy I didn't have any bad dreams."
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