"MMMMMYYYY BBBBAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLL!" she screams as she chases him through house.
"Saia!" I yell as she whizzes through the kitchen. "No running in the house!"
"But, Mama," she hollers back without missing a step, "He's got MY ball!!!"
"NUH-UHH!" he taunts. "It's mine!"
"No, it's not!" she squeals, frantically looking to me for support. "It's mine! I KNOW it's mine because he doesn't have ANY balls!!!!"
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OMG! I'm behind, I'll admit it, so I had to read a bunch of your site in one sitting and I swear, I about wet my pants! It's amazing how I read your posts and can 'hear' it happening. Had to bring Tim up so he could read as well... we were both in tears re: the "Balls" story.
MUST get together soon!
xoxo,L
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