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Faith, grabbing another preserved plum from the fridge, and giving it to me to unwrap.
Me: “No, Faith. I let you eat one just now. No more San Cha.”
She takes it to mommy.
Me: “Eh, you smarty pants ah! Change parent!”
But I have to laugh at her sneaky ways.
Posted on Sunday, October 13, 2019 at 04:52 PM in Musings | Permalink