Brita on the play phone: Hello? Hi, Dad. Are you coming home, Dad?
Brita asking to have a book read to her: Do you want to read a book, Mom? It's a really good book. It's a really nice book, Mom. You'll like it.
Brita after she asked me to lay in her bed with her: No, Mom. You can lay on my pillow, but not on me. Pillow is okay, not Brita.
Brita: It's a bee!
Dad: It's an ant.
Brita: Yeah, you can tap it with your foot and it goes away!
Mom to Dad: We need to remember to give Brita her m-e-d-i-c-i-n-e tonight.
Brita: I'm not n-o-c: I'm B-r-i-t-a!
Brita (after Monica finished doing a pile dishes): Monica, there are more dishes right there. You have more dishes to wash.
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You're not leaving me much to comment on here.
Um. Lovely name.
Thanks, Melissa. I think the name has worked out rather well. It was definitely a good choice.
And someday, I'll finish this post, so your comment stands out all funny and is totally out of context. That day quite possibly won't be today.
I agree with everything in the blog.
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