November 22, 2011
“Mommy, I’m gonna marry (insert boy from school’s here)!”
A week later: “Mommy, now I’m gonna marry (insert a different boy from school’s name here)!”
Then Dan’s head exploded.
Via text with Dan:
Me: Oh crap, I just realized I forgot to get milk this morning after I dropped the girls at school. Sorry. I was in a hurry to get home and GSD.
Dan: Get sitting down?
Me: BITE ME.
“Ticka Ticka!” (tickle tickle)
(with hands open wide, looking down at something she dropped) “uh!” (uhoh)
lots of random SHREIKING! and YELLING at us because we told her no.
After I told Maggie that no, in fact we won’t be ordering from the pizza place because Mommy made dinner already so you won’t be having any fried zucchini, sorry.
(crying) (really hard) “Mommy, that’s NOT VERY NICE! You’re MEAN not letting me have the FOOD I WANT!”