So I told him we could go to the park when we were finished. We returned something to Walgreens and I let Sawyer pick out a drink ... he wanted Orange Crush, but we settled on orange juice because it's his favorite color. And his favorite chips: "Pacheetos." (Also his favorite color)
It was drizzling, but it stopped long enough for a quick visit to the playground and a faux picnic with our snacks.
I even was smart enough to bring a towel to dry off the slides (one lesson I learned the hard way), but Sawyer manages to get dirty no matter what.
Eating Pacheetos in his "store"
In three short years, I have probably used more stain remover than in my whole lifetime combined. This kid exemplifies one of the funniest definitions I've ever seen: Boy (noun): Noise with dirt on it.
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