at the dinner table last night...
setting: phrenetic conversations, constant stream of conciousness flowing from 4-year old mouth, occasional screams from 2-year old...
Mommy puts her head on the table and rocks back and forth...
Kate: Momma, what are you doing?
Momma: I'm coping, Kate.
Kate: Why are you coping, Momma?
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during our walk around the neighborhood tonight...
setting: Sam and Kate playing...
Kate: You stand there and I will tackle you please, Sam.
(We play p-o-l-i-t-e-l-y at our house.) Sam falls over just before Kate gets over to him...
Sam: Dah-dee, I play foooball! ha-ha. Tackle me!
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