Today while I was putting G down for nap he was complaining about a paper cut on his middle finger on his right hand. In an effort to stop the whining I offered a band aid which was happily accepted. A few minutes later he tells me his fingers don’t work anymore. I happened to be laying down with him at this time in an effort to settle him, and myself for a little siesta. This gave me the good fortune of understanding his code speak for "I can’t suck my fingers with this stinking band aid on!". When I asked if we should take off the obstruction he said "yes, I want to suck them". Middle and Ring fingers, meet mouth, mouth meet fingers. G meet sleep. Ahh.
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Too cute, haha :D
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