The other morning upon finding that the Kleenex box from the master bathroom was in the Girl's bathroom and suspiciously nearly empty of Kleenex, I called her into the bathroom and questioned her about it. "How come my Kleenex are in your bathroom? You have your own Kleenex in here." To which she replied, "I just brought the box in here and put it right there on the counter. I didn't grab a whole bunch of Kleenex, throw them into the toilet and flush them down." Oh really? Is that what 'didn't' happen?! Hmmm...
On the same day I was folding laundry with my back to Baby Sister who was sitting on the floor nearby. I heard her say, "Hi Daadaa," followed by her usual baby jibberish and I turned to find her holding one of the Girl's shoes up to her ear as if it were a phone. So sweet.
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