Wednesday, May 7, 2014


I was talking to my mom on the phone, which included me saying, "Karen won't be having lunch with us on Sunday." When I hung up, I realized my baby girl was sobbing hysterically. 
"What's wrong, Kare-bear?"
"I want to eat dinner!"
"We're going home for lunch right now."
"On Sunday."
"Oh. I was saying Bibi won't eat lunch with Grammy on Sunday. You'll eat with us."
"Oh. Ok." It took another minute for the tears to stop, though.

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