Papa and Mama are talking about things to have for dinner.
Zanzi: I want a good taco-a good one like a house.
The following has been happening for about the past week.
Mama: Buzz, you're tired, do you want to take a nap now?
Buzz runs away from me down the hall yelling "NO! NO! NO!" and then runs into her bedroom and puts herself into bed crying.
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Okay Cyndi, I did, but I deleted the comment so your email isn't posted. :)
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