Bree: No. But Breena will brush your hair.
***brushes my arm hair***
Bree: Now you are pretty!
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Grandma to Breena: Bree, your nose is running. Go get a kleenex.
Bree: No Grandma, I will lick it.
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***I hear Breena giggling in her bed when she should be napping so I go in****
Me: Breena it is time to rest. Close your eyes.
Bree: I want a pickle.
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***I walk into bathroom to find Breena on the potty with a garbage can between her legs***
Me: Bree what ARE you doing?
Bree: I'm a sick mommy, Blech (puking noise)
Gee, Thanks Kid. ;)
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