Annie-ism's

Mom: Annie, you need to get in the bath, or you'll have to go to time-out.
Annie: (running down the hallway) No Mommy! Don't bite me!
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To Daddy while camping: Daddy, can I ride on your beautiful shoulders? (She is learning the art of "buttering-up" to get what she wants)
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"No Mommy. Stop right there. Don't move, OK?"
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"Mommy, put that down. I'll count to 3, then you have to have time-out. OK. 1-2-3. OK Mommy, you have to go to time-out. Come on."