Both boys still fit in a grocery cart, if I don't buy any fragile items. This is advantageous when we really need to get in and get out, as opposed to wandering up and down every aisle, reading labels and matching boxes and stacking things neatly and weighing ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING. It's also cool because something about their little bodies crunched up together inspires some really weird behavior.
Thumper: (Pretending to nibble on Cub's fingers) Yum, yum, yum! Cub is NUMMY!
Cub: (affronted) I am NOT nummy! I am BITTER!
Oh, he is. And jaded, too.
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