Asmund picked our bedroom when looking for a place to put together the puzzle of the US after Wystan wanted to chew on the pieces.
I asked, "Whose room is that?"
"Mommy's!" Asmund said.
"Where's Daddy's?"
He pointed at the hall closet.
"Really?" I asked.
He pointed out the fact that my clothes were in it.
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