Hootie Hoot
Another light-hearted blog:
For some reason Charlie has started called Brady his little "Hootie Hoot." Tonight Charlie was getting out of the bath, Brady was all the way down the hall crying because he didn't want his jammies on. I got Charlie out and he says, "What's wrong with Brady?" "He's just mad because he didn't want to get dressed." Charlie shouts, "Come here you little hootie hoot." Brady takes off like lightening all the way down the hall and pulls up on Charlie's bed. Charlie gives him the sweetest hug. "Dats ok you little hootie hoot." B stops wailing.
