Brode learned to "pound it" (you know, bump the fists together) the other day from my dad and Matt when they were watching hockey.
He had to do it to everyone in the room numerous times he loves it so much. This weekend we were at a friends pool and he did it to all of the people that were there. The boys thought he was so cool now that he is out of the baby stage and can give "knucks". Last night at my cousins baseball game, same thing, to everyone.
This morning I'm brushing my teeth upstairs and I hear "Brode, you can't pound it with Libby. No, don't pound her in the face. Brode, Libby doesn't like your fist in her eyes" downstairs. I couldn't help but laugh and shake my head.
That little boy just wants to "pound it" with everyone and anyone. Poor Libby.
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