Last night, Sparkles and I were sitting in the car while Daddy ran into a store. The conversation made an interesting twist when I started asking questions...
Me: Is Daddy a manly man?
Sparkles: No.
Me: Is Daddy a girly man?
Sparkles: Yes.
Me: What makes him a girly man?
Sparkles: He spits.
Me: So and I am girlie girl or a manly girl?
Sparkles: A manly girl.
Me: Really? What makes me a manly girl?
Sparkles: Because you talk like this, "Blah, blah, blah-blah, blahhhhh."
Dually noted. SOOoooooo, do I need to start spitting more? Or talking less?
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