The ravings of a cooped-up, sleep-deprived, house-cleaning, meal-making, laundry-hating, label-loving, princess-taming, binky-finding, car key-losing, mind-melting, kid-raising Diva.
Just a taste of what I see every time I turn around. :)
Lacie: "Why is Andrea mad?"Me: "Because I told her she couldn't have the apple."Lacie: "Why? ... Was it poisoned?"
Lacie: "Will you put this watch on me? I love my watch. I got it from my grandma."[No she didn't, it was from a Wendy's kid's meal I got her. ---- And I remember that why?]Me: "Really? Which grandma?"Lacie: "My pretend one."