|Us, be sassy? Never. Ever.|
I am not sure why we wanted them to speak in the first place. Here's what my two lovely ladies are chatting about this week:
Apparently, I fell in the toilet.
Apparently, I pooped on the floor.
It is absolutely egregious, mommy. The gym teacher tells us to run, but cannot even walk fast.
See above, and
I am absolutely not doing my homework. I simply do not have time for it.
Mommy, you have been remiss again. I wanted a present after school. Where is it?
Chloe, stop being untenable. You make absolutely no sense. Minnie Mouse is not married to Donald Duck.
Clean my room. It is a pit. What did you do all day, exactly?
You are making me furious, mother.
I am sweatin' like a sinner in church
or, a new variation, just this morning:
you are a sinner, mommy.
This is not the gourmet meal I asked for. I wanted chicken in the shape of dinosaurs.
This is not fancy. I want to be fancy. Make me fancy. Fancy! Fancy! Fancy!
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