Emmitt gives me a hard time lately every day when I try to get him dressed. He wants me to chase him and tackle him and wrestle him down. Its a game to him, but exhausting to me. This morning amid our battle, he furled his angry brow and declared to me "Im gonna fight you" To which I replied, "I dont want you to fight me, I want you to give me kisses" and without letting up on the grumpy glare he was giving me, he replied "Im gonna give you BAD KISSES"
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