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Bruce the Friend.

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I have a Bruce friend that I saw this weekend. You may remember him. We met when we were babies. I called him Bruce the Brute back then.

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Me and Bruce when we were babies.

My Bruce Friend and his mom.

My Bruce Friend and his mom.

But Bruce is definitely not a Brute anymore. Now he is all grown up like me. He also has a little bother just like I do. He is a sweet friend and I really like him.

His family is traveling across the country and they all stayed with us for a couple of nights. We had a lot of fun eating and playing and climbing.

We were too excited to eat our dinner.

We ate dinner..

We shared a nice sunny breakfast.

We ate breakfast..

We are both excellent climbers.

We climbed rocks.

We play superhero and princess.

We played superhero and princess.

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We climbed fences.

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We flew kites.

Both of our families.

We had a good time with our families.

I hope I see you again soon, Bruce Friend. You and your whole family. I loved having you stay with us!

Bruce the Brute.

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I met another older boy. Bruce is a big ol’ sweetie, and he is the newest member of a very special family.

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Bruce! (With his fabulous older sister in the background)

I was a little forward. He calmly chewed on his Sophie Giraffe while I held his hand.

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Oh hey Bruce.

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Nice to meet you Bruce.

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Mom, why isn't he fawning over me?

Bruce is only a few weeks older than I am, but he is so much bigger. Look how petite his mom is, too! She is going to have majorly defined arm muscles, if she doesn’t already.

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Well, Bruce and I have basically everything in common. He wears cloth diapers, we are close in age, we have lovely hair, we like to drool, and I like his sweater. I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.