The girls like me to tell them stories at night. Usually they request stories from my childhood. They have probably heard every story I can remember, but still they ask to hear them again.
Tonight, I snuggled up to Ivory in bed.
Mom: Tell me a story.
Ivory: You tell ME a story.
Mom: I asked first.
Ivory: Okay. Once there was a toad.
Mom: I like it already.
Ivory: The toad had five children.
Mom: Rude. (Then I commenced tickling her.)
Needless to say, I didn't stick around to hear the rest of the story. Who knew my kids could be clever and sassy at the same time?
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