A few weeks ago we got home from church and R was pretty grumpy and crying over lots of stuff. So mom and dad were cuddling on the couch and R kept trying to get in between us. Mom said, “R, we’re cuddling right now, it’s our turn – you can sit next to us.”
She ran to the other couch and cried and cried and cried. Dad asked her, “Who are you jealous of, Mommy or Daddy?” R answered, in between cries, “I don’t have a husband! Wahhhaaaah!!!!!”
She continued crying until she caught the humor of it and stopped as suddenly as she started!
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