So, tonight while Mommy was down on her hands and knees under the dining room table cleaning the floor because the kids seem to have issues actually getting food into their mouths, Quinn walks up to her and pats her on the back, begins to pet her sweater and then say, "Good Doggy."
I am just glad she found the humor in it and didn't bite him!
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