R2: Mom! K (friend) thinks we're the boss, but I know we're not the boss.
Me: The boss of what?
R2: Our house. The president is the boss.
Me: What president?
R2: The president of the Nited States.
Me: The president might be the boss of the United States, but not of our house. In this house we are our own bosses.
R2: Well, K says that I have to let her wear this princess dress, but I'm wearing it right now. She says we're the boss so we can trade dresses. I don't want to trade dresses! And the president is the boss!
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cari...i didn't know you had a blog...and i think i rather like it!!! thank you for the comment on the mom's blog for a seamstress - did i spell that right??? i think i will call her. are her prices reasonable? thanks tons cari...and for the bday wish!
suzy
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