Me: Rain, rain, go away...
G: Why raining? Where rain come from? Why not raining in garage? Why sun not out?
M: ...come again another day...
G: Why? Why Mommy? Where rain go? Why nother day? Whatchu trying doing say to me, Mommy?
M: ...little Greyson wants to play...
G: Huh? Huh, Mommy? I no little Greyson, I'm G! I'm me! I want to watch oooone Dora! It's dark! Can't see my books! Why raining? Why? Why? Where rain come from?
and so on and so on and so on...
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Whatchu talkin' 'bout, Mama?
I love it.
*smile*
I can SOOOO picture this.
ddv l pct f, xxx. ldu x, zfq qeouyg! oqnr n rlm dm.
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