“Ewww! Mom!”
“Emmy, that wasn’t me; that was Bill.”
“Yeah, right. Everyone ones knows dogs don’t fart.”
Her pompom fell off her hat. She asked me to fix it and then followed up with, “you know, LynnLynn sews better than you so we should ask her. She’s been sewing things for me for years.”
Rose is so polite and proper that she calls all the ladies “Miss” but I keep telling her I am Aunt Tara, not Miss Tara. We have compromised and now I am Miss Aunt Tara.
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