I was sweeping the dining room floor after lunch and Meghan was persistently under foot. Exasperated, I said to Dylan, "Honey, will you please take your baby sister into the living room so I can finish sweeping this floor?"
He picked her up, she protested loudly, and as he set her down on the carpet I heard him say to her "Chill, baby! Chill, baby!"
I feel perfectly confident in saying that those words have never been spoken in this house, so it really makes me wonder: where does he come up with this stuff?!
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Uh. . . That might be my influence. . . Sorry. (= Sorta.
HA! So it all comes together now...I didn't even THINK of Auntie Erin! Too funny.
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