Last night I made homemade pizza for the children. As G picked at it she asked if she could have chips for dessert. I told her certainly, if she ate all of her pizza. Big chore, I know, eating pizza. Almost as torturous as brussel sprouts and lima beans combined. Well, this really ticked her off and she told me "Mommy, I don't WANT you anymore!" then she paused, thinking. "But I do want the baby."
If you could just incubate that thing and then dissappear that would be great, thanks.
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