Me: "Ummmm, I think Grandmama's too big to do that. I may squish it"
Evie: "But I want you to quish it (she has an answer for EVERYTHING)
We bicker for a few seconds and then I hang my head in defeat.
I hop on the back of the giraffe and scoot myself around the kitchen. (oh, Lord...please don't do a visual on that)
Evie hops on my lap and I barely scoot us into the living room.
Me: "Evie, Whew, that's enough. If Grandmama keeps this up, Uncle Brandon will have to come and get me off the floor".
Evie (jumps up - runs to the bedroom to Uncle Brandon). "Uncle Brandon, you need to come get Grandmama.
Brandon: "Mom, you need me for real"?
Me: "No, I'm good"
And how is your night?
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