Wednesday, November 15, 2006

The Crabapple Doesn't Fall Far from the Crabtree...

This morning, Miss O complained that her bowl of Cinnamon Life tasted like "roasted hotdogs."

This afternoon, she grabbed my shirt pocket and pulled it until it ripped.

Tonight, she was crying at bedtime because none of her teeth are loose yet.

Methinks she's going through "the change" again.

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