Last night, I heard Naomi just WAILING upstairs (you know, the kind that is TOTALLY for show). She finally realized that her tactics were going completely "unnoticed," and heads downstairs. Mustering up the most pitiful and completely flabbergasted voice, she proceeds to tell me this:
"Mommy! Tate says I don't like Princess Peach OR PONIES!"
I'll be the first to tell ya, Tate has SOME NERVE!
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Sounds like something that would come from the mouth of a certain young lady in OUR house! I know it's been over a year, but I still haven't figured out how to handle the drama of having a daughter!
Oh, boy, Tate, you just crossed a major line.
(This is Sarah, btw.)
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