When Andrew was at school and George was down for a nap, Gladys and I made tortilla dough. She was helping me.
"You scoop, I'll dump!" That's what she always says.
So, I was scoopng, she was dumping, and I started singing some made-up-tune about making dough. She started hugging me, right there standing on the chair next to me.
"Why are you hugging me, Sweetie? You are my sweet girl." I said giving her a squeeze back.
Then, as lovingly as ever and with a big squeeze, she said,
"You are my adult."
"You scoop, I'll dump!" That's what she always says.
So, I was scoopng, she was dumping, and I started singing some made-up-tune about making dough. She started hugging me, right there standing on the chair next to me.
"Why are you hugging me, Sweetie? You are my sweet girl." I said giving her a squeeze back.
Then, as lovingly as ever and with a big squeeze, she said,
"You are my adult."
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