I bought Everett and Lyla some cheap little bath toys for the road trip to Washington. They like bath toys to play with like regular toys, outside the tub.
Today I gave Lyla hers, a little crab, and Everett said, “I want mine star!” So I gave him his little star, that has a smiley face. He said, “I’m feeding mine star eggs!” And I said lovingly, “Oh, does he like them?”
Everett angrily yelled back at me, “He can’t talk! He’s a star, he can’t talk! He only says twinkle, twinkle.”