Little Boo (at the unearthly hour of 8am): Mom! Little Love's teeth hurt and she wants to eat.
Me: Um.... Why don't you two play for a little bit... quietly?
Little Boo: OK! Hey, Little Love, why don't you be the doggie and I'll be the devil?
*enter Little Dear, dragging her stuffy head*
Little Dear (sniffing vehemently): I can't (sniff) breathe (sniiiiffff) through my nose! (snort)
I think I'm going to have a heart attack!
*enter Sports Fan, in an oh-so-appropriate shorts and t-shirt*
Sports Fan: Hey, let me in! I'm fre-e-e-zing!
Action Man never makes it in. He's nestled under his covers, reading.
We're morning people, can't you tell?
:)
1 comment:
It sounds as if Little Dear is rather a drama queen...just like her godmother! :)
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