I went out of town for a girls' weekend this past weekend. The first night it was fun to call home and to hear Ana's little pumpkin voice over the phone.
Mommy, can I come with you sometime? It could be just us, the girls.
I called in the next day, looking forward to the same lovey conversation, only to get this:
Mom. Why do you keep calling me?
Point taken.
Monday, July 18, 2011
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