Cordy walks into the kitchen.
C: Mommy? I need help.
Me: With what?
C: My cup. It’s broken. (Puts sippy cup on the counter.)
Me: It’s broken? What’s wrong with it?
C: It’s empty. It needs juice. Fix my cup, mommy?
Me: (laughing my ass off because in college we’d always talk about our “broken” [empty] drink cups at parties)
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In the car.
Mira: Aaaaawaaaaawawaaaaaaeeeeeaa (longest I’ve ever heard her vocalize – must have been 15 seconds without a breath)
Me: (looking at Aaron and laughing in amazement) What was THAT?
Cordy: (totally serious from the back, with a sigh) That was MIRA, mommy.
I could practically hear her rolling her eyes at me.
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In the living room. Cordy is behind me.
C: Mommy, get me gone?
Me: What? Get what?
C: Get me gone, mommy!
Me: Get you gone?
(I turn to see this:)
Me: You want me to mail you somewhere?
C: Yes!
Me: OK, where should I send you?
C: To outer space!
Me: Hmmm…I don’t think we can afford the postage, sweetie.