Instead of outright fighting me, Emeline says whatever she thinks I need to hear and tricks me into thinking the disagreement is over. Then, she does whatever she felt like doing in the first place.
Three year olds are too smart.
She is going through a phase where she is extra snuggly and tells me constantly that she "lubs me" and that "you da best mama eber".
I am holding on to these little moments with all my might, because when she reaches adolescence Gene and I will be dorky and dense rather than superheroes. Sad.
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I am so not looking forward to adolescence. Especially with Molly, she is way too cheeky already.
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