Chitlin' has soooooooooooo much to say.
She rarely comes up for air when she speaks.
Here's 2 from 2day:
I am cleaning the patio glass door.
"Hey little, mommy, mommy.What are you doing?Are you cleaning with poison?I am sorry that I wiped my boogers on your window, Mommy.I'm really sorry.I really like your poison mommy..."
I asked Chitlin' to clean up her Lego mess.
"Mommy, I hurt my finger right here.Do you see it Mommy? It hurts.It hurts really bad.My finger hurts and I think that it might get worse if I pick up the Legos on the ground.I don't want it to get worse, Mommy, I want it to get better..."
