I just don't know where our little girl keeps coming up with this stuff. Yesterday morning, as I was making coffee before summer school, Kenz called from the living room, "Dad, can you get me a sippy cup of water. But put some Miralax in it so it's easier for me to poop."
That's our little girl. Four going on sixty-four!
Then just this morning as I was setting Cash in his high-chair for breakfast, Kenzie opened her cubby drawer and took out one plastic Barbie phone and my old cell phone. "Dad," she said, "this is my pink berry," and she held up the Barbie phone. Then she said, holding up my old cell phone, "this is my black berry." Then she put them back in her drawer and concluded, "But I don't want to do any business this morning while I watch cartoons" and closed the drawer.
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