The other morning I was getting Amadea dressed. She was being her silly self, and I busted her on it. I told her, "Gramma knows you are being silly, Amadea. Gramma knows."
She looked at me for a moment, then, with a panache only a two year old can achieve successfully, reached up, touched my nose and replied, "Gramma's nose."
Then she giggled.
At me.
She is evil. Funny, but evil.
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