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The NagOverhead this morning: M: Daddy, I was walking and walking and walking and walking and walking and walking and walking to find you this morning. J: And, where did you find me? M: Your bedroom. ————————————————————— M, handing the phone to Valerie, who’s still in bed: Mommy, your phone is on the floor all the tiiiiiiime. ————————————————————— M: Mommy, it’s tiiiiime to get dressed! V: OK, how about you just get me my clothes. M, rifling through the dresser drawers: Mommy, your PJ top is in the wrooooong drawer. 2 comments to The Nag |
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it gets worse….wait ’til she’s fourteen and the eyes start rolling, too
Ohhh, I can only imagine how that’s going to play out. One day, sweet innocent girl. The next: eye rolling, attitude flinging, zombie teeny bopper…