I'm turning into my mother. And my daughter is turning into me. Grammar Nazi.
Me (in my best Barbara Streisand voice): "Put on your Sunday clothes when you feel down and ouuuuut! Strut down the street and have your picture toooook! Dressed like a dream, your spirits seem t--"
Matilda: "Mom, it's taken. Not took. That song is wrong. Can you sing it again the right way?"
2 comments:
Awesome. :)
Oh my gosh Rivka, this story and picture cracked me up. I love her!
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