Mama's cell phone buzzes really loud (it never goes off) on the counter next to Zanzi.
Zanzi: Scuu-uuze me!
We're eating dinner.
Mama: Do you want more?
Zanzi mumbles something.
Mama: Did you say you're great?
Zanzi: No, I'm straight.
Zanzi drinks milk.
Zanzi: Do I have a mustache?
Mama: Yes, you do.
Zanzi: I'm going to leave my mustache I want to be just like my daddy.
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2 comments:
I LOVE reading your blog! Your little girls are to freakin' funny!
For reals!
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