Brendan was dancing “like a ballernia” in
church. I told him he needed to stop. He told me God said he could.

My mom to Brendan- “That’s Pepsi, you aren’t suppose to have Pepsi.”
Brendan- “No its cranberry juice.”
My mom- “It’s Pepsi. Mom and Dad won’t be happy.”
Brendan- “We’ll just say its cranberry juice.”

Anything you ask Brendan to do now he replies, “No I can’t. I’m not the one, I’m the two.” Seems he figured out being the “baby” of the family.

The word *why* needs to be eliminated from Brendan’s vocabulary. Also needing
to be eliminated- patting me on the head saying “it’s ok mom” when I say I am angry.

At the dentist with the kids. Crazy stories to follow… (“so I was in bed with my girls..” Bren to the dentist)