Ainsleigh, now clad in a teenager dress, as if she doesn't do this 5 times a day: "Look Mommy, I changed!"
Me, annoyed--not at the fact that she changed but at what she changed into: "Yes. Yes I see that."
Ainsleigh: "This is the kind of outfit I'm going to wear when I go dating."
Me, jaw on the floor: "What does that mean?"
Ainsleigh: "You know. When you go dating."
Me: "No. What does that mean?"
Ainsleigh: "Well, I don't know."
Ainsleigh: skips off down the hall.
Me: holding myself up by the wall and gasping for air.



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