What do you do when you're caught bottoms-up-ing chocolate milk straight from the gallon 2 minutes after Mommy told you, "No milk before dinner"?
You act completely puzzled by the strange object in your hand and ask in your best, most innocent, bewildered tone,
"What IS this?"
Gee, Baby Sis, I have no idea what that is.
I'm sure you didn't either.
I'm sure you didn't either.
1 comment:
Too cute for words.
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