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| I am very tired and considering leaving this scene for future archaeologists. |
I feel like I should point out that yesterday Ivy took a few hours off of her normal routine of constantly howling "I JUST WANT (THING THAT DEFIES THE LAWS OF PHYSICS/TWO MUTUALLY EXCLUSIVE SCENARIOS/YOU TO NOT HAVE DONE THAT THING YOU DID FORTY-FIVE MINUTES AGO)" to be kind of charming, possibly because she noticed that she was causing her mother to lock herself in the bathroom to cry for a couple of minutes periodically throughout the day and she didn't want to risk me escaping through the window as though from a bad date. Nice anticipation there kid, although you did cut it pretty close.
Anyway, she:
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| Made up a song about the wedding of these two snowpeople, |
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| asked me how to spell the word "love," |
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| and tried to convince the nutcracker to eat some broccoli. |
So she has retained maternal services for at least one more day, through what I am convinced is instinctive self-preservation alone.
Meanwhile, her sister has already barreled past Christmas and is eyeing the bag of New Year's Eve decorations with some nervous-making expressions.
