"What are you talking about?"
"I'm hungry. I want dinner."
I assured her we'd already eaten dinner, she cried in protest as I tucked her in.
Justin finally had to go up. She told him she wasn't hungry anymore, but she still couldn't sleep.
She's still up there talking to herself, but at least I don't have to figure out how to make pot roast at 8:30 pm.
1 comment:
kids are so funny, aren't they?
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