Frequently my husband and I find ourselves referring to our youngest as "THAT Dylan."
We will come upon three plastic sharks jammed into the heat vent and sigh, "THAT Dylan."
We will come across an enormous wad of toilet paper in the toilet and moan, "THAT Dylan."
We will find the baby giraffe stuffed into the mouth of his big plastic alligator and chuckle, "THAT Dylan."
Then we have moments like we did yesterday. We were conferring about what to do with our Saturday and Dylan marched into the room with the iPad. He was watching his favorite Pluto cartoon. He settled himself nicely in the chair for a few moments but quickly grew restless. We watched him hold a perfect "plank" position watching his show and shook our heads. "THAT Dylan!" we murmmered, "Just can't sit still!"
Then, balanced perfectly on the arms of the chair he easily performed the yoga move, "Downward facing dog," and continued watching his show. THAT Dylan!
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