We sat at our favorite burger place eating french fries dipped in ketchup and Larkin spied some peanut shells on the ground under our table. Pointing at the mess, she exclaimed in disgust, "Oh man! Mom look .... I HATE that!"
We were packing to go camping. It was going to be a busy weekend with lots of family, and we had talked with Larkin about what she could expect ... in the bathtub she played with some toys and talked happily to herself, "You my cousins. Hi cousins. These my cousin friends. Hi cousin friends."
I put on a skirt to go to the store and Larkin insisted in wearing a "big skirt" too. I went to her closet and pulled out a pink ballerina skirt. When she checked herself out in the mirror she squealed with delight, "I look like princess! I a princess momma! I so cute!" {Don't you worry she insisted on wearing her pajama shirt to the store with her "princess" skirt}
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