“Mommy, will you do me a favorite?”….when she wanted me to get her crayons down so she could color (because we have to keep them where she can’t be tempted to color all over things like baby dolls, t.v.’s, walls).
“Faker--Daddy’s a faker!”….whenever she does her “fake” cry, I tell her she’s a faker. This morning Tim did something while getting her dressed and she started calling him a faker. I heard, from the other room, “Faker? How do you know what a faker is? Where’d you hear that?!” Oops…
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