Anna is raiding the kitchen cabinets. She's on some kind of growth spurt and has basically eaten me out of house and home. She raises up on her tippy toes and reaches for a box of crackers.
"Can I finish these?" she asks, even as she plunges her hands into the almost-empty box.
"Sure..." I say to her back as she disappears into the family room.
"Rachel, do you want some of these?" I hear Anna ask her sister. I smile to myself at Anna's offer to share. She's such a good big sister, I think. Then she continues.
"You can have three crackers and that's all. And do NOT whine and cry like a little baby if you want more."
"Can I finish these?" she asks, even as she plunges her hands into the almost-empty box.
"Sure..." I say to her back as she disappears into the family room.
"Rachel, do you want some of these?" I hear Anna ask her sister. I smile to myself at Anna's offer to share. She's such a good big sister, I think. Then she continues.
"You can have three crackers and that's all. And do NOT whine and cry like a little baby if you want more."
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ReplyDeleteToo funny. Children do pick up all the wrong things, don't they?
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