Just asked Lexi, “What up, G?”
She proceeded to look around the room, like, “who is ‘G’” and “I don’t see anyone else here, Mom…?”
I’m thinking Lexi is so not Gangsta.
And no, I did NOT entertain myself again by asking her a second time… And laughing hysterically when she looked around like, “who is this G person Mom keeps talking to…?”
She’s now upset that I laughed at her and sulking, but also trying to convince me that it’s dinner’o’clock, despite the fact that she has 12 minutes remaining before her dinner alarm goes off. (Bad Lexi Mom!)
Not afraid of exploding fireworks, but garbage bags are made from the devil and will kill you.
*leans on my leg* “I’ve got to go get a shower” *moves quickly away*