My son Harper... oh Harper. I have trouble getting mad at him somedays. It's not that he's bad or mean, quite the opposite, he's simply constant. I tell him over and over everyday the same things: don't touch the tivo, don't take your shoes off in the grocery store, get out of mommy's make-up drawer. He's just like a puppy with a need to investigate everything in sight. I know you're not supposed to say things like this, but if I don't find a solution for this he will not live to see his next birthday.
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