Five minutes after I put Trey to bed for the night, he gets up and this is our conversation...
Me: You're going to throw up? What hurts?
Trey: My chin.
Hmmm . . . I smell a big, fat FAKER!!!
Just to play along, I put a bowl to the side of his bed - just in case his chin got the better of him.
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That's awesome...Dallin's new thing...when he gets up in the middle of the night...he points at a part of his body and says it hurts. When I tell him to go back to bed...he points to another part and says that hurts. Maybe some day he will point to a part that I think might be concern enough to actually open my eyes and look at him?!
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