Aaron: "Hey Lily, do you want salsa on your enchiladas?"
L: "No. It's too spicy. I don't like spicy."
A: "Come on. I'll just put a little Tabasco sauce in it just like daddy."
L: "NOOOO! I don't want it. I don't want spicy."
A: "Yes you do. It's good."
Kristen: "Aaron, why do you do this? You like listening to her cry?"
L: "Yeah Dad. Stop annoying us."
Tonight while putting Lily to bed after singing & prayers Aaron was giving Lily hugs nigh-night and I was waiting my turn.
Lily: "Hey Dad, can you get off of me now?"
I don't know whether to laugh or feel sorry for Aaron...oh well, I am sure I will be public enemy number #1 when she is a teenager and I cut up her bikinis and thongs and throw them in the trash and screen her phone calls like my mom did. Might as well soak it up now.
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(4) Sun Aug 26 2007 21:30 The conversation went a little like this:
Lily: "I want en-chee-ladas for lunch. With sour cream."