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what happened before the half hour showdown concerning a towel and the kitchen floor...

I look over from the stove to see Harvey sitting in his seat, blatantly POURING an entire cup of juice onto the floor.

"Harvey Douglas!" I exclaim.

His eyes gleam with excitement. "SAY ARCHIBALD!"

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There's something in the air. I'm up to my ears in uber-two-year-old-ness today...

when do they learn that mom using the middle name means BIG trouble?

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