Day 158 - 11:17am, 8 June 2019
The boys are having a play date with two of their friends at our house. Bless them, they are all playing together, even Little Miss. We have left them to it, but I can hear the interactions across the hallway. Little Mister is pretending to be a baby - I think - and every time someone interacts with him is squealing like a pig in a frenzy. Again, not sure why. He has now declared himself dead, but it seems very hard to play dead when there are four other children clambering on top of you. He tells them to stop, but me thinks he doth protest too much, given the laughter all round!
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