To me: "I call Ma-Gah."
To phone: "Hi Mommy. . . How your day?. . . Good. . . . Okay. . . Bye!"
To me: "I call Mommy."
To phone: "Hi Boy. . . .How your day? . . . Good. . . . Okay. . . Bye!"
To me: nothing
Me: "Umm, Lil, who did you just call?"
"A boy." She says over her shoulder as she walks out of the room.
* * * * *
A few days later,
"Mommy! Guess what? I sixteen!"
heaven help us all
3 comments:
It just doesn't get any better from here- my SIX year old already gives me a new patch of grey hairs at least once a month.
Thanks for the laugh. Good luck to you.
HAHA! Love it :) Get ready!
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