New and Exciting Anxieties Gifted to Me by My Three-Year-Old
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The time I said, “Hey buddy,” to my wife, and my daughter responded, “She is NOT a buddy.”
The time on vacation when she said, “We are going to dinner AGAIN? We are going to ANOTHER restaurant?”
The time she was whimpering and her mom asked her if she was okay and she said, “Yes, I okay. I just freaking out.”