Did I tell you about the time Rose was walking around in circles flapping her arms?
I had asked her repeatedly to pick up her toys and she walked and walked and walked past me. Finally when my tone brooked no more silence, she said, "No."
That's right.
"No." She said, "Swans don't clean up."
On her next pass, she fluttered her fingertips at me and said, "Swans have wings."
And that's why it's tough to argue with her, folks.
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