So, Quinn woke up this morning, convinced that there was a "dragon fly" (his word for a dragon) in the wall of his room, scratching to get out and eat him last night. I think I may have convinced him there wasn't, but only because it's now the light of day. He said "and you and Colby were downstairs, and I was upstairs alone". Poor guy. He throws a HUGE tantrum any time I make him sleep in his own room anymore, and I have a sneaking suspicion it's because he's AFRAID.
As we were cleaning their room this morning, Quinn decides he has to go to the bathroom. I told him to go downstairs, but he wanted to use the little potty I have in there for nighttime emergencies. Colby, playing in the playroom and hearing the "tinkle of water", says "Ohhhh, it's raining outside today!". Too funny.
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