A conversation between me and my increasingly chatty 2 1/2 year old: (her in the blue, me the black)
"Pretzels?"
"You want some pretzels?"
"Oh-kay!"
"Mommy will get you some pretzels when she's done going potty."
"Oh-kay!
A few minutes later, while I am on said potty....
"No pretzels."
"No pretzels?"
"No pretzels."
"Okay. No pretzels."
"No pretzels. Ice cream."
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*grins* and says, "That's my goddaughter. Good girl. Priorities. Ice cream. Good girl."
*grins* again.
Starts to get up and go for the ice cream.
Rats.
Remembers it's Lent.
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