...that's exactly how long it took for Hannah to announce, "You're the worstest mama eber."
I told her and Jack that they had five minutes to clean up the family room, or we wouldn't have time to read stories before bed, to which she replied, "You're the worstest mama eber."
I stood in the kitchen, speechless, wondering how, on earth, we will survive the next 14 years, nine months, and seven days.
God, help me.
Saturday, October 18, 2014
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