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Carter, Confessions

A Typical Conversation With The Tiny Monster

I’ve said before that The Terrible Two’s don’t exist in our house. My children suffer, or more appropriately–make me suffer–from The Terrible Three’s. And it seems that Carter is spending her last two weeks of Three-dom getting as much of it in as possible.

Don't be deceived by that face. There's a reason we call her The Tiny Monster.
Don’t be deceived by that face. There’s a reason we call her The Tiny Monster. This is just step one of innocently squishing her brother beneath that foot.

Piss and vinegar. Available only in Carter-sized containers.

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