Yesterday after Hunter woke up from his nap, he came into my room where I was putting up laundry, looked around, and asked, "Where's that other little boy?"
"By other little boy, do you mean your brother, Blake?"
"Yea. That other little boy Blake."
Too funny! How's that for brotherly love.
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