So I'm unloading the dishwasher and Sam is in one of her moods and wants attention. What does she do? She runs around until she falls down and hurts herself. I walk by without comment and she screams and lifts her arms, asking me to pick her up. No such luck, girlie. As I'm putting the dishes in a cabinet, she gets up, runs after me, and screams again. I say, "I see that you were able to get up on your own." That silences her immediately. After a moment of thought, she runs and falls on her face again. I walk by once more, saying, "I'm not playing that game." As she is howling and screaming and whining, I can just make out her words, YES, PLAY THAT GAME, MOMMY. PLAY THAT GAME.
I swear, I'm working on the not-laughing thing.
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