Foster has gained a competitive streak and we are exploiting it like crazy. Everything we want him to do that he may not be excited about, we turn into a race and immediately he wants to win. 'Time to brush your teeth'.....nothing.....'Shep is going to brush his first'.....'NO, I want to win!'.
It's great. Racing to the car. Racing to get into the car seat. Racing to get into pajamas after racing to brush teeth. Racing to go to bed. Racing to clean up toys. It's great. 'I beat Bae Brah' is Foster's new anthem. Luckily, Shep doesn't have a care in the world about who is winning what, but he does know to breath heavily like he's racing when I'm putting him into his car seat.
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