Things heard from you when I'm grumpy with Steph:
"mommy, please stop talking..."
"mommy, please stop hurting my ears..."
Sigh. Fair enough, Kiddo. I wish I could say these things to YOU sometimes, but...I hear you, and...fair enough. Also, heartbreaking...but you're right and I adore you.
And so...we finished out the night together...going to the fish store, spraying things with the firehose, and making pickle ice cream. You're an excellent chef, have I told you this before?
My computer cord is missing. I can't even begin to tell you how frustrating a truth that is...
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