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Out of nowhere, my 5-year-old daughter looks up from her crayons and asks, oh so seriously: “Mom. If I become a mermaid, you’ll tell me, right?”
What could I say but, “I promise, honey”?
Update: My 7-year-old is wrestling with my 5-year-old. As I head over to pull the abnormally tall second grader off the average height kindergartener, I hear her say: “Get OFF me! My bootie is soooo important to me!”
Seems he was pushing her down into the couch cushions under which was hidden a huge cache of pointy Legos.
