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“Hey, buddy. Are you ready to swim with Joshua? And eat hot dogs?” Brady nodded. “Hot dogs! Thew’s a pawty in my tummy!” He giggled and grinned at me. I rolled my eyes and set him down on the floor. “You’re going to make me sing it back?” He nodded, bouncing. I rubbed my hand over my stomach. “So yummy, so yummy.” He fell back onto his bottom and rolled on the floor in a fit of laughter. “No more YoGabbaGabba, li’l man. It makes Dee’s brain crazy.”

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Eight Days a Week

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