This morning

Well it started off like any other morning. I went into Brigg and rubbed his back until he rolled out of bed. He grabbed his bear in one arm, his lamb in another arm, and his dog he placed in his mouth because he still had to have room for his sippy cup in his hands (yes that happens every morning). Well he went into the kitchen where I began to make breakfast. He normally goes and stands by his chair or tells me he wants an apple, which is really a banana, and waits for breakfast. This morning however he decided that he wasn't going to do either of these. He went to the table slid his chair out and put his cup on the place mat we had forgot the night before. He then went back to the pile of stuffed animals he had dumped before putting his sippy on the table and scooped them up. He then grabbed me away from the stove so I could assist him in putting him on the chair with all of his furry friends. He then waited for breakfast to be served. I was beside my self, Brigham my sweet little darling boy has now become a man that waits at the table for his woman (in this case his mother) to serve him. Where did I go wrong!?!

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