Olivia went to the fridge, grabbed a beer, a brought it to me without any kind of asking on my part. She then went back to the fridge, grabbed another beer, and then went to Leah and said:
"Mommy I'm going to bring you a Beer because you need a Beer to grow big and strong. Daddy is drinking a beer, see?"
Olivia is the smartest, most beautiful little girl you've ever seen. She's only 3 and talks like she's 5; that doesn't mean that there are not some moments along the way that make me scratch my head and wonder what's going on...
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