Isabelle came home from daycare the other day and walked into the house with a sad, pouty face and attitude. I knew something was up. I asked her what was going on and Ed just started to chuckle.
Iz walked over and buried her head in my shoulder and was doing the fake-cry thing. She told me (very seriously)...
"Mommy, I really want to be TEN!"
(me) "Ummm, WHAT?!!?!"
"I reallllllllly want to be ten. I don't want to be three anymore."
(me) "Go to your room. I can't deal with you right now."
Talk about a pouty face and attitude, you should have seen me the rest of the night.
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