Yesterday, drama at work led to the three youngest chicklets hanging out until we resolved an issue.
I asked them to be quiet while I talked to my boss about it. When my boss and I got back, Andrew asked, "Mommy, I don't see your boss. Where is he?"
"Andrew, this is him standing next to me. Boss, Andrew. Andrew, Boss."
Boss waved at Andrew.
"Mommy, that's not your boss. That man doesn't have red hair (yes, yes he does). That man has yellow hair. I want to see your boss with red hair."
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