"Why?" she queries when I tell her to do something.
"Because __," I tell her in response.
"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?" she laughs and goes about doing whatever she wanted to do in the first place.
We either had to get a dog or another baby to show her that she wasn't the boss anymore. God sent a us a dog. Take it as a sign, Pocket Locket. Your day of reckoning is here, little one.
*in a hat she stole from Sunshine and wouldn't give back*
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