Oliver glanced out his window last night before bed and told me
"it's maybe, probably going to rain"
He paused, scrunched up his face, balled his hands into little fists and continued (in a not so typical Oliver voice- something more like a low growl through clenched teeth)
"The rains make me angry"
-don't ask me why rains (yes, plural) make Oliver angry. I desperately tried to poke through his two year old thoughts, but he got rather distracted about other things.
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Aw! We miss you little mister! Love you TONS,
Uncle Hung and Auntie Mick
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