Tatum goes in waves. Sometimes he can't get enough of you. Sometimes he only comes out to eat. Today, he wants to play. "Mom, play trains with me. Mom, let's puzzle. Mom, picture me"(take my picture). So I run to his side and we've been training, puzzling, picturing ever since. "Mom, what are you saying?" So I read him his story. He says "The End" so that's what I type.
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