This morning Charlotte and Grandma Cindy wallked me (Kristi) to work. We walked past a daycare with a playground. Charlotte was looking longingly at it and asked if she could play on it. I tried to explain that it was for the kids who go to that daycare. I apparently chose the wrong words when I said, "Well, that playground is for the special kids who belong to that daycare." (or something like that)
Charlotte replied "But I'm a special kid!"
Indeed.
1 comment:
Hahaha! Poor un-special little Charlotte. What a poor little dear.
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