Today in the car on our way home. Papa Isaiah just fetched Joey from school & me from workplace. It was a monologue - Joey was talking to herself.
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Joey: Papa, where are we going for dinner? Papa, we eat outside okay? The food outside is nice. The food at home is not nice. We eat the food outside, okay?
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Sure, it sounds innocent enough. But have you wondered who has been faithfully cooking dinner for her almost every night in the the past couple of months?
ME!!!!! :(
OK, granted the food we eat outside is full of strong flavors, and those I cook at home are devoid of any seasonings or artificial flavorings, so it’s understandable that she would prefer outside food, BUT…
Who can I blame? I was the one who produced her to torture me!Argghhhhhhh…
hahaha.... an innocent kid's conversation.....think she just finding an excuse to go out.... kekekekeke
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