The witticisms of my daughter, Elle: • I'll protect you Mommy. • I don’t know what that means. • Look at that Mr. Golden Sun up there. • Is that crazy? • When I wake up, I can see Mommy and Daddy all day. • You’ll be back, of course. • All right? • There are no squeezes in my closet. • I can ask you. • I am not being bossy; I am just asking. • Have to ask Santa Clause. • Don’t you want to do this? • How’re you doing Mommy? • I’m doing great! • Are you okay Mommy? • That actually makes me frustrated. • What is it? • Mommy sweetie. • I am very dramatic about that movie.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
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