Noah marches into our room at 4am and announces "I have three problems!" He then proceeds to point out each of the three bandaids that have come off in the middle of the night.
Our "serious" timeout for Noah is in the garage staircase with the lights out and door closed. It is not quite having the same effect anymore...
We are at a burger joint eating fries. Noah somehow gets ketchup on his sleeve. Max notices this and matter-of-factly dips his fry into the ketchup on Noah's sleeve and eats it.
Terah: Daddy has three more days before he has to go back to work. What do you want to do?
Noah: Potty train!
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