One night this week, Grayson was full of witty one-liners and I wrote a couple down because I knew I'd forget them.
We were outside playing baseball and Michael was pitching to Gray while I was on base. It was getting dark and time to go in so Michael said he could do one more good hit and that would be the last one. Gray hit it and then asked for one more. Michael asked, "How many last ones are we gonna have?" To which Gray replied, "Uh, three." Good try little man. Too funny!
Then when Gray was taking a bath a short while later, he insisted on washing everything himself without help. Michael went in to check on his progress and asked, "Did you wash your body?" To which Gray responded, "Officially, absolutely...not yet."
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