Tiny's bed did bounce.
She fell off, she bumped her head.
She cried, mama came.
Then she looked up at me (between sobs) and said,
"you have dirt on your eyelashes?!"
no.
"yes you do. (sniff, sniff) it's eyelash dirt!"
no. it's mascara.
"scare-ah? (little sobs) you have scare-ah on...your...eyes?"
yes.
"i don't like that. (sniff and sob) it makes me cry (whah!)."
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I need a girl.
ReplyDeleteLike, yesterday.
:D
Having a girl is going to be so much FUN! ;)
ReplyDeletePoor girl. And poor Mommy. Your "scare-ah" scared her. LOL!
ReplyDeleteAw, the tiny, tiny terrorist, so cute at this age. Not so cute once she becomes Kim Jong il. Good luck with that.
ReplyDeleteOh TOO CUTE! At least she's not trying to put on the scare-ah herself!
ReplyDeleteThat's too funny, instead of crying just because she fell off her bed, she's also scared of your scare-ah
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