Cops

At the dentist, I paid Alex a dollar to clean up the twix mess in the waiting room. He happily obliged.

Yesterday, we went to the dollar store so he (and Andrew) could spend their earned treat cash. Alex immediately went for the police kit (toy gun, walkie talkie, handcuffs, baton). Andrew really checked everything out -- the books, water toys, etc. He settled on a stupid sticky fish toy. I figured by the time we got back to the car, stupid fish's novelty would wear off. I pushed him into choosing a police kit.

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Last night, Ryan pilfered a walkie talkie and made some calls, all to Papa. Then he noticed chips and freshly made guac on the counter. He sort of tossed the 'phone' on the counter and shouted at it, "BYE PAPA!"

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Seany's been playing doggie all morning. He hops around the house 'woofing.' Usually one or more of his brothers play his owner and take him for walks around the house, feed him and play fetch.

Today, Andrew said, "OK police dog. Get. That. BAD GUY!"

"WOOOF! RRRWOOF! WOOF!" Sean cried as he scramped off in the direction of his teddy bear.