Tag T-Talks
Either someone told TD2 that a tummy ache was her Get Out of Jail Free card, or she took it upon herself to decide that. Either way, every conversation in our house now sounds like: Convo 1: T-Mommy/T-Daddy: Eat your… Continue Reading →
TD1: Mom, you’re not my real mom. Me: Who’s your real mom? TD1: My real mom and dad are invisible. I was invisible and then I came here through an invisible mirror. Me: Oh really? When did you come through… Continue Reading →
Me: Do you want to go to sleep in your room? TD2: No. Me: Do you want to go to sleep with Mommy? TD2: No. Me: Well, those are your only options: either sleep in your room or sleep with… Continue Reading →
A while back, TD2 was crying but no one knew why. She met every question I asked with a resounding “NO!” So TD1 decided that she would be a better interrogator. TD1: What do you want [TD2]? You want me?… Continue Reading →