I may or may not have played “The lady in the bank CAN HEAR YOU GIRLS being sassy so PLEASE be quiet” card yesterday.
And Miss C may or may not have had a discussion with Miss A about the meaning of sassy and at one point said:
I’m not sassy, I’m GLAM.
(OH DEAR GOD SHE DIDN’T JUST SAY THAT.)
We then headed to the post office and I had a brief discussion with Miss A about it being an inherently good thing to be called “cute…”
And then Miss C chimed in again:
I don’t really like to be called cute. I like to be called cool. And people call me that all the time, I don’t know why!
(WHO IS THIS CHILD IN THE BACK SEAT?)
By then the attitude was about to push me out of my car and into the street.
I am so looking forward to the teen years!