I'm in the car with E. the other day, on our way to pick up A., and we sit at a red light next to the Trader Joe's construction site. I'm all happy about Trader Joe's coming to our town, so I entertain myself with a little made-up song about it. After a minute E. says, without looking up from her Leapster, "Mommy, stop it!"
I ignore her and keep singing. She ratchets up the whine: "Mommy-y, stop iiiiit!"
"Aw, why?" I ask her.
"Because. Noying."
Fine, cuteness wins. Again.
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