We have a new hired hand at our house. He's about 3 foot tall, carries a couple of pacis and loves to drink from a sipper. Lately, Cookie Monster thinks he decides when he and dad will be going to the farm. Even with 3 inches of rain, when asked if they were going to the farm, Cookie Monster replied: "Yes" (with a paci in his mouth of course).
If dad tries to leave without him, I am left peeling our strong hired hand off of the floor and comforting him with .... a paci.
If Cookie Monster gets to work, he says they are "going to the 'arm." At least gramma has a supply of chocolate donuts there to reward him for all his hard work:)
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