“I threw up tonight and papa cleaned up my mess,” Klara says.
“Oh, poor papa,” I say.
“No, poor me,” she retorts calmly.
For those who don’t know, she’s two.
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“I threw up tonight and papa cleaned up my mess,” Klara says.
“Oh, poor papa,” I say.
“No, poor me,” she retorts calmly.
For those who don’t know, she’s two.