This morning as Reese and I were snuggling on the couch before we were both completely awake, Drue and Tate were running rampant around the house full of energy. (Energy from the candy and kool-aid David had already given them).
Tate squealed with delight when he saw Molly dozing on the couch, ran over to her and tugged hard on both her ears. Of course, I verbalized my disappointment at his behavior and rhetorically questioned why in the world he would do something like that.
Reese simply stated, "I think we took the wrong baby....".
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