Evan already has a potty mouth. Whenever we tickle him & he's not in the mood, he says, "Stop, Dad, you're making me crap!" What?!? I have no idea where he got that one. Nevertheless, both Mark & I try our hardest not to smile when he says this. But it's super-hard to discipline him while our faces are turned downward so he can't see us stifling our laughs.
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