Alma stood up on the bed and started jumping.
“I is Alma and I is a super star! And today… I is Alma and I is a super hero! I may saves da Honey Bees or maybe… I can gets toilet paper back on da shelves! Dere’s so many things dat I could do… I think I’ll start by…”
I interrupted her… “I have an idea of where to start, Alma.”
She stopped jumping and looked at me contently. “You do, Mommy?,” she asked.
“Oh, yes…” I said… “Super heroes keep their rooms nice and tidy! You could clean your room today.”
“Mommy, didn’t you hear me?! I. Is. Alma. And I is. A. Super star. And super stars not have to clean their rooms! I is only pretending to be a super hero! Duh!”
I so look forward to your posts❣️🥰
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It means the world to me that you enjoy my posts. Thank you so much! 🥰❤️
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Alma’s room looks very nice and tidy to me. Good job.
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Alma says thank you! 🥰❤️
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I love your logic and totally agree, Alma! Love your room, BTW. xxx
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Hehe Alma knows best, right? 😂
If everyone only had someone to pick up after them… 😂 I wish! LOL
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Alma. You are a real super hero with a neat room🤩
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Alma says thank you! You have made her day! 🥰❤️
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