We were all sitting in the living room talking this evening, and Lulu couldn’t find her sippy cup. She searched high and low for the thing and couldn’t find it anywhere.
Finally, she walks over to me, lifts my shirt up high enough to see my belly button, points her finger right at my belly button and says, “Parker! Lulu’s milk. You no take Lulu’s milk!”
Poor child was convinced that Parker had taken her milk. Kid’s not even born yet and already he’s being blamed for stuff!