Clear dress-up shoes, baby seat and diaper bag in hand packed with all the essantials. Out the breezeway door she goes closing it behind her. 2 going on 22. "Bye Mom" she says. "Oh, where are you going?" I ask ... we played this for over an hour. Her answers repeated themselves but changed often..."to bible school", "to neighbor's together", "to Mamaw's", and "to the grocery store. I need eggs."
I realize that I talk to her all the time and she picks it all up from me. Now the attitude I don't know. Hope not!
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