A name is just a name

The other day, I asked Nathan what his name was. “ME!” he replied, thumping his hands on his chest. “But my name is me, too!” I said. “What’s your name, Nathan?” “ME!” he replied with a grin as he slapped his chest again. “ME, ME, ME!”

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Growing an adult

Yesterday, Paul put Nathan in time out for throwing his toys. He explained to Nathan that he’s not allowed to throw things, and the next time he does it, he’ll go right back into time out. Well lo-and-behold, guess who threw his toys again? So Nathan got put in time out once more. But that time …

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