"Whoa whoa, stand still, baby," Emmett was fidgety today. "I just need a minute, okay? One minute," I couldn't get the pants up. He was moving a lot. "Okay, I'll give you a cookie,"
"Really daddy?" He asked, stopping.
"Of course, now put your pants on so we can go, okay my Little Prince?" He nodded eagerly
Today I woke up to a very energetic regressed Emmett. He woke up before me and kept poking me. He seemed to be in a happy mood. And he's super hyper.
Once I pulled up the pants and zipped them, I pulled him up. "Good job," he raised his hand for a high five. "Are you ready to go?"
"No," he deadpanned, crossing his arms.
"Why not?" He shook his head.
"I want to go to the store," he said.
"What are you going to buy?" We walked to the kitchen.
"To get a new friend,"
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