Saturday morning I walked outside to put out the garbage and when I came back the door was locked.
"Ellie...Unlock the door!"
nothing
"Ellie! Come over here and unlock the door or you're in trouble!"
she appears sporting a giant grin
"Ellie! Open this door when I count to three! One...Two..."
"Mom...you have to say pretty please."
grrrrrrr
"Pretty please!"
she lets me in
She's been locking me out almost every time I walk outside for the last week. I'm afraid the demands are going to start escalating.
We were sitting watching one of her movies Saturday night and she says to me (totally serious) "I can't believe you and Dad can whistle and I can't!"
And last night she was walking down the stairs and I was in the living room folding laundry and she said "Mom, I'm not stinkin awesome, I'm just beautiful." I told her I think she's both.
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