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The big monkey and I were in the car yesterday and had the following conversation:
Me: You're so pretty
Big Monkey: No I'm not
Me: Yes you are. Don't people tell you all the time?
Big Monkey: They do, but I'm not pretty
Me: Why do you say that?
Big Monkey: I hate the freckles on my face
Me: I used to have lots of freckles too
Big Monkey: You don't now
Me: I have more freckles than you on my arms, see??
Big Monkey: We're not talking about you. We're talking about me...
How do you argue with that logic from a 6 year old??? I am so screwed when she's a teenager.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
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4 comments:
Take heart - by the time they're teenagers, they will have broken you down.
I know. Been there, done that - bought the t-shirt.
I know I shouldn't laugh but I loved the last line, I couldn't help but giggle.
Yup. you're screwed. Stock up on your favorite alcoholic beverage. it will help.
Let's hope my weeone, who's 7, never meets your Big Monkey.....they'd be a handful together!!!! The weeone hates her curls no matter how great I think they are!
A few more years and you and I will feel as if we're trapped in hell, I'm certain of it!
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