There was a time last week when I had a terrible backache and my dear husband ordered me to stay in bed. Aly volunteered to be my (sort of) nurse so while I was in bed resting, she was busy working on her art stuff.
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I had no idea exactly what she was doing but I knew there was paper and pencil involved.
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Then she showed me. Aly said she made flashcards so she can teach her future baby brother/sister some new words.
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MOM'S DISCLAIMER: I absolutely had nothing to do with this. I had no involvement whatsoever in the creation process. I didn't know what Aly was doing until she showed me. The whole thing was her idea. Her's. Aly's. Not mine.
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I had no idea exactly what she was doing but I knew there was paper and pencil involved.
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Then she showed me. Aly said she made flashcards so she can teach her future baby brother/sister some new words.
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MOM'S DISCLAIMER: I absolutely had nothing to do with this. I had no involvement whatsoever in the creation process. I didn't know what Aly was doing until she showed me. The whole thing was her idea. Her's. Aly's. Not mine.
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"dad" -- good!
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"Dog" -- acceptable...
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"mom" -- excellent!
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"Place market" -- hmmm...
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"Shopping" -- okay...
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Hang on a minute...Say what?!?
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"Shopping" -- oh dear...
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"Dog" -- acceptable...a
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"mom" -- excellent!a
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"Place market" -- hmmm...a
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"Shopping" -- okay...a
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Hang on a minute...Say what?!?
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"Shopping" -- oh dear...a
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My sweet and adorable six-year-old thinks that shopping should be her future baby brother/sister's first word. Uh, oh...Richard, sweetie, we have a problem.
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