Fun, mess after a sleepover on the floor with Mom.
Talking to Liv about the definition of lying. When I asked her if she understood she said, "yes."
I thought, "Great!"
Then she told me that I had it all wrong. "Lions roar, Mommy, they aren't bad, that is just what they do."
(How could I get that wrong?)
Liv was getting out of her pajamas and handed them to me. She then told me that they weren't good enough and I needed to put them on the "wrinkle board" and use the "wrinkle machine" on them.
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You need to post more often my friend. I love the lying story. I have had such a hard time trying to teach that concept to Libs so when you figure it out, let me know.
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