The Song Of My People

Our daughter fake yawns Daughter: “So sleepy.” Me: “So sleepy?” Daughter: “Yes. Mama sing puggy sweepy song me?” Me singing: “Sleepy puggy sleepy gir-“ Daughter: “Okay mama that’s enough. Goodnight.”

  Daughter - Go to sleep Son - You’re not my mother Daughter - You’re tired Son - Don’t tell me what to do Daughter - I watch your kindle when you sleep Son - No Daughter snatches Son's kindle and runs away at full speed while laughing maniacally.

 Our Son:  “I need to draw a back to school picture for my school brothers.”

  Daughter: Say boobie Son: What the?! Daughter: Say boobie Son: I will not say that Daughter: Say boobie Son: I will not copy your words Daughter: You’re a boobie