I may have mentioned before that Phoebe is not a morning person. Every morning when I walk into the girls' bedroom and say, "It's time to get up!", she responds with some kind of complaint:
I'm too tiiired to get up
or
My eyes are burning
or
My stomach hurts
or
My legs are cramping
Today, however, she rolled over, sighed heavily, and then said in a pitiful whimper:
But Mommy, my heart is beating!
And was, of course, quite put out when both Mallory and I started to laugh.
I'm too tiiired to get up
or
My eyes are burning
or
My stomach hurts
or
My legs are cramping
Today, however, she rolled over, sighed heavily, and then said in a pitiful whimper:
But Mommy, my heart is beating!
And was, of course, quite put out when both Mallory and I started to laugh.
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