Sabine's most favorite words/responses these days:
go away, mama
shoot! (which sounds a lot like "shit")
For Thanksgiving, we went to my dad's house in Palm Springs. When it was time to sit at the table, Sabine said, "no way," to her plate of food and then kicked, hollered and wiggled until I finally let her loose. About an hour later, I found her standing barefoot in the kitchen gnawing on a turkey leg that was practically as big as her head.
She's two years and three months--and horribly disagreeable and uncivilized. I'd lose my mind or pull my hair out if she weren't so stinkin' funny.
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