“Give me one good weason that I can’t keep dis bed, Mommy.”
“You’re much too big for this, Alma. You’re a growing girl!”
“I fits perfectly. I really does. Wants to see?”
Alma looked insistently at me. She did NOT want a big girl bed.
“Let’s make a deal, Mommy! If I fits, I gets to keep dis cwib forever!”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. You might change your mind when you get older.”
“Let’s make a deal, Mommy!”
“Fine. Deal.”
I just knew that I’d win. She’d climb in, and she’d realize she didn’t have much room, and she’d be begging for a big girl bed after all!
Alma climbed in…..
“SEE, Mommy! I TOLDS YOU! I is perfect size for dis cwib!”
“Alma…” I paused as she interrupted.
“A deal is a deal, Mommy. It’s mine forever!… and ever… and…..”
“Alma Louise.” I huffed.
“…Ever.” 😂😂😂
🤣🤣🤣
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Thank you for reading. 😊
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Alma is my favorite. There’s no one else like her.
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Thank you so much. 😊
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Silly Mommy! You know you’ll never win! And guess what, Alma. I got a cutie Pie like YOU! (of course she’s not a Superstar, but…
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For some reason I was logged out of the WordPress account so my first comment didn’t show up without approval. Anyway Mommy, just get used to the fact that you’re NEVER going to win with this little chickie. HeeHee! xxD
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I am able to see both comments. Isn’t the internet a funny thing? Lol.
I am so happy for you, Donna! I saw your adorable little one and was sure to comment. 🥰
You are right… there’s no winning with Alma. She is TOO SMART! 😁
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How cute! Let her keep her crib. 😂
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