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So, last night, I am minding my own business, watching Dora and Mommy was sitting on the chair watching her tummy bounce around. Like I care.
Mommy: "Chloe, come here a sec."
Me: "No."
Mommy: "Don't you want to feel your sister kick?"
Me: "No, Mommy, no."
Finally, I walked over just to shut her up. Who cares if the baby is kicking? Is that such a skill? If I kicked Mommy, I would be in trouble. And how do I even know that there REALLY is a baby in there, anyway? Maybe Mommy just ate Mexican food for lunch. And if there IS a baby in there, so what? I'm OUT HERE. That baby probably can't even do anything. Except kick. Allegedly.
1 comment:
You tell 'em Chloe!
Kisses to my girl xoxoxo
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