Me: Wow! Look at that arm!
Lana: hmm. I don't want to have owies so much.
(Lana is a constant hazard to herself. She takes the idea of face-planting to a new level)
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A record of the comments of a sweet pair of little girls for whom I am a nanny.
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- Gross.
- Kleenex.
- Puppy girl.
- All star.
- Zoo
- Lator gator
- Potty time.
- Boozers.
- Yum!
- Noodle necklaces.
- Paris.
- Sharks or men. Either way.
- Ant beans
- Earf day.
- My neck.
- Frere jaques? Brother John?
- Love glutton.
- There's no we in team.
- More??
- In a burning cartoon building
- Lana is not a sandwich.
- It's a giraffe for sure.
- Babies
- Cute.
- Trust fall.
- The tire swing.
- Comments...
- Ladybug
- Martha
- Oy vey.
- Babies
- Chasing
- Beauty is a beast.
- We can't fly.
- Cabs
- In a taxi..
- Lana hurt her elbow.
- Panties at Office Depot
- Wet wet world.
- Dead peeps.
- Adorable.
- Princess Belle
- (communicating)
- In the yard
- I'm annoying.
- Twisting thing at the park.
- Dancing
- She found a button.
- Park friends
- And later on...
- Ballsy.
- Mad hops
- With a carrot in hand...
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