For Branson's 3rd birthday, all he asked us for was a rocket. We got him lots of other fun stuff, but thought he might be too young for a rocket, and brushed it off. After he opened up all his presents, he said, "Where's my rocket?" Dang. So.......for a potty training incentive, we offered a rocket. Potty training is defiantly not one of my favorite things to do, and after a few days of accidents, and fear of going on the potty, he got it!! I called Reed at work and asked him to pick up a rocket from Walmart on his way home. Branson LOVED it!!






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