Me: "Harriet, go downstairs and help Eli and Emeline pick up the toy room."
Harriet: "I can't."
Me: "Why not?"
Harriet: "Because of my brain."
Ah. I understand now. My brain often tells me I can't do hard things and I should just go eat chocolate instead. I get it.
1 comment:
Hee. Hee.
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