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The girls invented a game that they call "pixie dust." It involves them jumping off the couch and me catching them and swinging them around like they are flying while they laugh and yell maniacally, "We have pixie dust!". We recently played this game for a very long time. After 5 or 10 years I collapsed and said, "Whew. I am pooped!"
Peyton was stunned. Then she looked concerned. She patted my leg and asked, "Do you want me to get you new panties?"
I laughed and said, "No, it means I'm just tired."
Peyton then asked, "You're too tired to use the potty?"
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Me: Peyton, did you pee in my bed?
Peyton: No I didn't! But don't worry. It was probawee a accident.
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Peyton and Loralie dumped out a huge box of crayons and colored pencils all over the table and floor and just walked away, looking for something else to do.
I said, "Hey guys! Know what would be good to do!?"
Peyton was eager, "WHAT!?"
Then I replied, "You girls could pick up that huge mess and put it back in the box!"
The excitement kept building for Peyton. She looked elated and said, "That is a GREAT idea, Mom!"
I said, "Thanks!" I was very impressed that she was being so sweet and that she was willing to pick it all up without complaint. Then, in a quieter, mini-psychologist voice Peyton dropped the bomb...
"I'm going to have to think about it, though."
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Loralie is in a toddler bed now. Nearly every night she sneaks out of her room and into mine where she wakes me up with a bear hug and shouts, "I GOT YOU!" Sure, it may be 2 a.m. but I can think of no better way to wake up.