Sometimes I think that Everett's IQ is higher than mine and that he is just humoring me. I get this feeling when I plan an activity and he looks at me like I am crazy. This happened after we went to Target. I cut holes in the paper bag to create "armor" for him to play in. Well, he put it on and stared at me. He asked to take it off immediately. Later when Billy got home from work, I made him put it on again to show him. Everett ran up to him and pronounced, "Dadda, I am a bag." Strikeout for Mama.
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