Mom: Cole, what should we order from the Chinese restaurant? Will you eat some rice? Chicken?
Cole: No, I just think we should order a Number 3.
Mom: What's a Number 3?
Cole: Its what you eat when you are 3.
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In and out of weeds and dirt. Squealing, laughing, getting hurt. Arms held out for loves and hugs. Tiny fingers finding bugs. Rough and tumble, sweet and shy. Snuggling for a lullaby. Who could name the countless joys that come from raising little boys?
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