The girls and mama are driving in the car.
Mama is singing.
Zanzi and Buzz: Don't sing mama.
Mama: Well then can I at least turn the radio on?
Zanzi: No.
Mama: Well that's a bummer.
Zanzi: (No sarcasm, just matter-of-factly) For you it is.
Zanzi is explaining something to mama. She stops suddenly and says:
"That's all I have to tell you."
Mama to Lily: I didn't hear what you said Lily.
Zanzi: I think she's talking to herself.
Zanzi to Lily: Were you talking to yourself Lily?
Lily: (In her teeny, tiny, whisper of a voice) Yeah.
(Note from Mama: I don't think she was talking to herself, thank you very much Zanzibar Buck Buck McFate.)
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"for you it is"
awesome. I'd be so bummed I think, like put in my place by a little thing....probably happens alot.
Yes, A LOT. Put in my place is the appropriate phrase. She keeps me humble, and humored.
L-O-V-E "for you it is". Fell off my chair laughing.
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