Maisie and I were talking while I was changing her diaper...which often means Maisie blurting out a series of random words and phrases that appear to have no connection to each other, though I'm sure in her little mind it's following a train of thought.
Ice cweam! Mommy, ice cweam!
Oh boy, ice cream! Would you like to have ice cream for your birthday?
No. (Furrowed brow) I-I-I DON'T.
Okaaay, you don't. Would you like to have dessert for your birthday?
No! No 'zert! Pffffbbbt! (A big, big spit)
She cracks us up!
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