Monday, November 12, 2012

"Wook at my wegs."

After we turned her crib into a toddler bed, Avril sits down on it with a sigh: 


"Why I have to wive in this bed? It's so wittle." (Her big sister just moved into a new twin bed.)


Me: "You don't live in your bed." 


Avril sighs: "Well, why I have to sweep here?" 


Me:"It fits you." 


Avril totally disagrees: "Wook at my wegs," she says emphatically as she straightens them out. 


Note: Her legs didn't even reach the halfway point in her bed. But I admire her spirit. It's getting big enough for any bed.


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