We were sitting around the livingroom the other day and BR was happy one minute, then crying the next. L. tried to soothe him: "It's, okay, Baby Brother, it's okay. It was just a dream."
This morning I asked L. to get the newspaper from the doormat. She obediently opened the front door and stepped out to pick it up. A., seizing the opportunity to torment her, rushed over and slammed the door shut. I waited for L. to let herself back in, but when she didn't, I came over and opened the door. She was standing there, holding the paper, all teary-eyed and pathetic-looking. She turned to A. and shouted: "No, Ah-mah-ree! You would miss me!"
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That's so cute!
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