Whining from the backseat of the car,
"Mom, he is looking at me!!!"
Followed promptly by a disgusted squeal of,
"Mom, he is spitting on me!"
And like any self-respecting Mother who was worn out from the crazy shopping trip, I retorted without thinking, "Sam, stop spitting on your sister."
Thus it begins.
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2 comments:
I am sorry this made me laugh! God luck, dear!! :)
I am totally laughing over here! Welcome to a whole new world! T.'s big car complaint is, "mommy, she's talking to me!" ??
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