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  1. Ha, ha! All three of my boys will do this, I thought it was cute at first, but now it gets a little dicey when they start to push each other for more elbow room... ;)

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  2. That is exactly why I make my boys clean their own toilet and floor!

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  3. Sibling rivalry or bonding? not sure which!

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  4. So adorable, but be careful, you might be turned in for taking these "Nudies" of your kids! lol

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  5. ... wait, I don't get it.. what are they doing?

    Ha ha.

    Oh man .. I can't wait til their 16 and their date is flipping through your published book and sees this...

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  6. and hey-the chaotic woman must have showered today! It looks clean!

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  7. No way! That s why I didn't have any boys close together.

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  8. ... And you know what they say, "The family that pees together, sprays-it-all-over-the-seat-and-if-you-had-a-rug-anywhere-near-the-toilet-kiss-that-goodbye together."

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  9. I have this happen all the time in my house and also hear..."He peed on me!"

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  10. That's a great photo and a perfect angle so you can see just enough to know what's going on. Good job!

    And I'll never get that about boys....

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