Sunday, June 15, 2008

it goes a little something like this...

After seeing an opened bag of chips on the counter, Mikayla and I begin our conversation...

Mikayla: Mommy, I wanna a chip.

Mommy: OK, I'll give you a chip.

Mikayla: 2 chips.

Mommy: You can have 2 chips.

Mikayla: 6.

Mommy: Here's 3 chips.

Mikayla: OK (and off she runs).

That little stinker got me, didn't she? But how can you refuse a sweet face like this?


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