Okay, so after surviving our worst night since Maggie's infancy (a cold for two members of the household + cats being carried away by wild animals + Copious, yes with a capital C, amounts of sugar + a full moon shining through the window all night + a huge pregnant belly + sweltering evening hotness for the season), we are back on track.
(Two examples from this weeks' Manipulation Masterclass)
Bill: No feet on the the table, please, Maggie.
Maggie: Mom said I could.
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Gretchen: Run in and pee before we leave for the parade, Mags.
Maggie: Daddy said I didn't have to.
(Where has she learned to be so devious?)
And another tidbit from this morning at the breakfast table: I was singing "Oh my darling Clementine" to fill in a conversation gap. Maggie waits until I'm done and then says to me, "Mommy, do you know what other song has that tune?" She then performs the entire song about the weather that they sing in school each morning. Which is indeed to the tune of "Oh my darling."
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