Monday, March 14, 2011

Reese just told me that she needs ice cream cone. I told her "No ice cream cone." She got all upset: her face clouded over, she shook her finger at me. "No talking like me," she scolded. Then she ran off to calm down on her bed.

I think she meant "Don't talk like that to me," which is what I tell her when she sasses me.

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