The other day, I heard proof that my middle daughter really is mine.
The three oldest were playing an aleph bet match card game. Little brother insisted on turning over all the cards to see where the letters were. This compelled his sister to tell him, "Stop that. That defeats the purpose of the game."
Oh yeah! She's mine.
Out of the mouths of babes... come the words of their parents.
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LOL, it's so funny when our influences in our kids jump out at us like that.
Love it! Every once in a while my daughter has a moment of me...it is freaky!
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