Okaaay….

Loud banging and crashing sounds from the hall bathroom are never good.  I went in to check on Max, who was supposed to just be going potty, only to find her wielding the toilet brush like a sword.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Ummm,” she stops in mid-wield.  “Wrestling with my conscience.”

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One response to “Okaaay….

  1. …wise beyond her years.

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