Today Chudda presented Clare with a special treat. A spicy soda. Of the root beer variety. At first she didn't want to drink it because, "Beer is for Daddy and Mom is too young to have beer." When I had finally convinced her it was really just soda we had the following conversation:
Me:
Clare, do you want your spicy soda in the can or in a sippy?
Clare:
I want it in the can.
With a straw.
I want to drink it from the can with a straw.
That's the way I roll.
Clare, do you want your spicy soda in the can or in a sippy?
Clare:
I want it in the can.
With a straw.
I want to drink it from the can with a straw.
That's the way I roll.
And that little phrase right there, "the way I roll," made up for a week of cranky, almost three-year-old behavior. I so adore some of the things that find their way out of her mouth!
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