Rourke came running into the kitchen this morning:
"Mommy I'm a tiger, look....!"
"I have speckles in my eyes look"
Me: "Yeah you do"
Rourke: "See it means I'm a tiger"
When I walked passed him a bit later he was sitting in front of a mirror practicing growling.
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