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Friday, June 29, 2007
What am I chopped liver?
I think I have officially become chopped liver in my house. Evan was playing with his lovely new trucks and the trailer came off. He immediately asked for his auntie (who was not even downstairs at the time) to help him even though I was sitting there right in front of him. He did not even think of me helping him until I suggested that I might help when he became upset that auntie was not downstairs.
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LOL! We say around our house that I am chop and Hubz is liver :)
Kids are so funny when they get it in their heads that only one person can help them with a specific task!
Oh how I live for these moments when I'm not the Most Favored Nation!
Hee... but I know what you mean. It's like, "Honey, Mommy can unplug the toilet too."
Not that I'd ever say that. Because there are some things I'd really prefer NOT to do.
My mom tells me that when I was a little girl, I wouldn't let my dad put my hair in a ponytail. I have been quoted as saying, "Daddy's not good for ponytails." LOL!
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