After the tenth time that I told Sophia to get dressed, I was going to count to three, and then she was going to be in huge trouble. It was that kind of morning.
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She very sweetly sits next to me and says, "Mom, let's have a talk about this."
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Trying not to smile, I ask, "what have you got to say?'
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"Well, let me tell you how it all began..."
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At this point she knows I am one uncontrolled breath away from laughing hysterically.
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"I was on my way to get dressed, when suddenly, I got busy."
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Yup, your gonna have to pray for me. As much as I'd like to live in denial, she's going to be a teenager one day.
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Mar. 13, 2008 - Untitled Comment