So I stumbled into the kitchen this morning, to find Spills already chowing down on toast with her Daddy.
"Mommy! I have something funny for you!"
"Oh, good," I said, fumbling for the coffee.
"I have to count down from ten, and then I'll do the funny thing."
"Good. Let's see it."
Striking a dramatic pose, she began intoning her countdown: "Ten...nine...eight...seven...six...five...four...three...two...one...."
Then she tossed her head like a tiny Valley Girl, and in the most horrifically hormonal way, bellowed, "WHATEVER!!!"
First I laughed.
Then her Daddy and I stared at each other over her head, and we had the same thought: we are going to be in so much trouble in about five years.
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