Elsie was playing with a comb during prayers and scripture study. I started loosing my cool after asking her four or six times to put it away. I finally pointed my finger at her and very firmly said, "You put that away or I'm going snap." She diligently went to the bathroom and put the comb away. Then she came back in with her index and thumb finger together. "You help me snap, Mommy?" It took me a second and then I burst out laughing.
And she lives another day. Why do they always do the cute things at the end of the day when you're ready to commit murder?
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