Sunday, December 4, 2011

Stop Treating Me Like A Child!

Soon, my pretty. SOON.

Mama: Don't even think about playing with those ornaments, young lady!

Zoey: (nonchalant) Orna-what? Are you referring to that shiny, sparkly object I was just looking at? Oh mother, PUH-LEESE! I'm 19 months old, don't treat me like I'm a silly little child! (When Mama leaves the room, you are MINE!)

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