Picture this: Mom (me) walking through Target in her typical workout getup, not because I have but because I "hope" to exercise but it also gives me another good excuse for not showering, and looking extra tired/disheveled due to sleepless nights (Calvin + Madeline's rougher than expected recovery from tonsillectomy), pushing a shopping cart full of 5 dangling monkeys, who though look extra dirty/sticky/neglected after playing in the dirt while eating Popsicles with friends are actually full smiles. Now it's typical for THIS little monkey to make random, and often out of place, daily declarations like: "We don't hit Calvin" or "Don't eat my shoe" or "We don't put babies in holes" or "Don't drop me in the trash". We get it. She's usually trying to remind herself of a family rule, trying to command a new rule as only a two yr old can, trying to take a guess at what she thinks might possibly be a rule, or just trying to be silly. Well that day in Target she decides to say, in the sweetest mousy almost helpless voice, "Don't hit me Mommy. Don't hit me" over and over again as we walk past the aged 50+ bystanders waiting for their prescriptions...Who would you believe??
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