Ok, the other night, I was getting my Mallory out of the bathtub. We have recently decided that together bath time has become something that we should now dissolve so Mallory takes her bath upstairs, and Zachary, who may as well just have the master bedroom, takes his bath downstairs. Well, Mal, being her typical self...nothing is easy. We are sitting at the top of our stairs arguing about which pajamas she will wear. When I say argue...I mean it. She argues with me like an adult. So then here comes Zachary...my sweet, sometimes sneaky, Zachary.
Zachary: "Mallory...are you a sweet girl?"
Mallory: "No I not sweet!"
Zachary: "Are you a sweet baby?"
Mallory: "No, I said I not sweet!"
Zachary: "Mallory, are you a precious little girl?"
Mallory: (she really said it this way, I swear) "Yes, Zachary, I am the precious little girl!"
That just about sums up my life....
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