My three year old daughter came into the house yesterday afternoon after playing in the hot sun and tugged on my shorts to announce something:
"Mama, I'm de-screp-a-mate-ted"
"You're ...what?? ...descrepamateted???"
"uh-huh. I'm descrepamateted."
Me, "okay, um... is that bad?"
(sad face) "yeah...")
"oh, I'm sorry."
She leaves and returns to play outside.
I have to tell you - I just don't know what to do with some of the information my kids hand to me!
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