Mama, you know who my favorite teacher is?
Who? Ms. Dee?
No.
Ms. Tascha?
No Mama, its Ms. Aylan.
Ms. Aylan...that's nice D.
And you know why she is my favorite?
Why?
Because she is very pretty!
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We return home after a social gathering. Its kinda late. A is already asleep. I ask D to get ready for bed-get into his pj's, brush his teeth etc.
No, Mama, you have to help me brush my teeth.
D, you are a big boy now. Please go and get started. I will be with you in a bit.
No, Mama, you have to come now. I can't ...
Why?
My legs are tired, so I can't walk to the bathroom. My hand is soooo sleepy, I can't lift it to brush.
2 comments:
I loved this, and the "brain told me" story as well!
So sweet :)
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