They did really well together (big messes, of course), but no fighting or screaming. I asked Ty if they were best friends, and he said, "No, cousins." We decided they're "best cousins."
It's a good thing my little rascal is cute, because tonight, within a time span of two hours, he nearly made me crazy. He choked on a Smartie (because he was jumping of course!) and proceeded to vomit all over the leather couch (which cleans right up, but not so easy when it oozes down between the cushions!). Next was popping the lid off my 22 oz. soda and spilling it all over the tile, and for the grand finale, he unrolled a full roll of toilet paper in the half-bath. What a gem! Too bad there's not room for him in Tom's suitcase . . .
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