March 4/17
Just another special moment with my girls:
(They had built a blanket and pillow fort in the living room)
Me: Spunky, clean up this mess. Your Mom had it all tidied up in here and it looked really nice.
Spunky: I will clean it up when we're done playing.
Me: No, you won't. You will just walk away and leave it like you always do, until you have to be nagged to clean it up.
Spunky: I'll clean it up this time. I promise.
Me: And every time, you say that too, but you don't do it. How old are you? 9? Don't forget, I have known you for 9 years, and I know all your little tricks.
Spunky: Well you're 39, so there.
Sparky (pointing her finger at me): You're old. Go back to the "oozeum" (translated: museum)
Me: Why do I have to go back to the museum?
Sparky: Because that's where old people are.
Me: Does Grandma M have to go to the museum? (Her other grandmother, who is actually older than I am)
Sparky: No.
Me: Why not?
Sparky: 'Cause she's not old.
Is it any wonder I have grey hair? LMAO!
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