Last night we put Taters to bed and she fussed for a bit...Papa had spoiled her by going to bed WITH her each night! So finally I went upstairs to see what the problem was and she said she had to go potty. This was the conversation that followed:
"I called you like TWELVE times, Momma! You know, it's really hard being 4...it was much easier being 3!"
Thursday, May 14, 2009
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