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Brighton is often my comic relief during the day. Here's an example of a conversation I had with him tonight.


Brighton: "Mom, my mouth hurts. I need cake soooo bad."
Mom: "I'm sorry your mouth hurts bud, but cake won't make it feel better"
Brighton: "But, mom. My finger hurts. I need cake soooo bad"

Here's another one:

(trying to get him to eat dinner)

Mom: Brighton you need to eat your dinner. Why don't you eat three bites because you are three?

Brighton: No, one bite.

Mom: No, you are three. Eat three bites.

Brighton: Mom, I not three, I'm only one!