Chloe: I love my Diane. I love her so much. I just want to be with her all the time and I tell Mommy that all.the.time so she knows. So, of course, I was thrilled to spend Sunday with her, Uncle John and Miss Desiree at the beach. I sang Happy Birthday multiple times and gave lots of kisses and tried to dig to China and ate fish and chips and cried and cried and cried when we left.
Chloe: I was simply overcome with hysteria.
Amber: She really was. Listen to her.
Chloe: If I could figure out a way to live in Aunt Diane's purse, I would.
Amber: She totally would.
Chloe: Returning home from the beach house really requires chemical intervention.
Amber: Thank God she finally shut up so I could sleep.