"Mama, let me in please!", she said. I went and opened up the door. She immediately started in with, "Mama, I need my paci... I really, really need it." It is generally our rule that pacis are only for sleeping times, naps and bedtime.... I know it's way past time to get rid of them, but I just haven't picked the right time yet!?! At any rate, I said no and tried to distract her.
She was not going to be distracted. In fact, she said, "Let me tell you what happened why I need my paci." I told her to spill it. "I was playing cake making with Maggie in the sandbox, and then she called me a mean witch!" I gave her one of my best shocked, "Really?!?" responses. So Sarah said, "Yes, and that's when it happened." I said, "That's when what happened?" She concluded, "My teeth suddenly hurted and that's why I NEED my paci."
I have to wonder... with logic this solid at age 2, what are we in for at age 12???
(p.s. I had no idea how scraggly the girls hair was until after we had it cut. Now I look at these pictures and just cringe... why didn't I take them over to Ms. Kim's sooner?)