We are working in the kids' room today, converting Cait's crib in to a big girl bed. I asked her if she'd like to help me clean up the toys in the bedroom.
She looked at me and said 100% deadpan "I'm really busy working on something. Sorry, can't help you."
She is so my daughter.
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1 comment:
That is too funny.
Also, that calendar matched all three of my babies. Crazy!
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