Dempsey called me in to the bathroom to help him finish up his potty business. When we were done getting his lower half re-dressed, I scooped him up. I was sitting on the edge of the bathtub and sat him facing me on my lap.
Dempsey: Don't fall off, Mom. You'll bonk you head.
Me: Where will I bonk my head?
Dempsey: pointing to the bathtub- On the baftub. You'd get owie.
Me: Are you worried about me hitting my head?
Dempsey: Yeah. And we don't know how to take you to da doctor.
That last one just killed me. Such a sweet boy. He is right, too. They don't know how to take me to the doctor. Well, Sawyer knows how to call 9-1-1 but I don't think that was what Dempsey was referring to. Sweet boy.
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