Doll

Tate was digging through my old toys and was really enjoying a doll. He would pretend she was crying and give her a bottle, feed her with a spoon, or cover her up. At one point I heard, "I went poopy. It is okay baby. It is okay."  Later, Tate would climb into Brett's bed and say goodnight and cover himself up and pretend to snore. Then he would say "I'm awake, good morning!" He got bit at daycare this morning.