While playing at the train structure outside Target the other day, Eddie came up to me looking very serious. Perturbed, if you will. As if some grievous wrong had been committed against him and indeed it had.
"Somebody touched me and pulled my shirt," he reported solemnly. "And it was NOT my brudder. Chas knows he is my brudder."
Imagine some kid who is not his brother actually touching him. Horrible.
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