Christina had been outside playing when she came in, not really crying, but whining that she had fallen on the stairs and hurt her hands and her bottom. She asked if she could have some ice. I told her she could and she was on her way. Then David comes in. He asks, "Can I have some ice?" I was washing dishes and cleaning up, so I told him "Not right now." So, first he thought maybe he could get some by himself, so he dragged over the chair. Unfortunately for him, he couldn't reach the ice and he still wanted some.
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Hey Melissa,
I wanted you to know I love your blog. I don't know how I managed to have a daughter with such wisdom but I want you to know I am very proud of you! Love you! Mom
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