This morning I took Dawson into Savannah's room with me to get her out of bed. He crawled around exploring the space and the toys as I got her dressed. From where she was laying, she monitored and bossed his every move. Once finished, she stayed one step ahead of him, taking everything taking everything he reached for out of reach.
"No. No. No." She'd scold.
Me: Savannah, why don't you give him something he CAN play with.
Savannah: (blank stare )
Me: Go get Dawson a toy.
Savannah: (Blank stare)
Me: Can Dawson play with something?
Savannah: (Nods sweetly)
Me: What can he play with?
Savannah: (points to me ) Your lap.
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