{"id":2029,"date":"2010-04-23T11:31:40","date_gmt":"2010-04-23T03:31:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mytwogirls.net\/?p=2029"},"modified":"2010-04-23T14:06:44","modified_gmt":"2010-04-23T06:06:44","slug":"my-fifteenfive-year-old-and-my-thirteen-three-year-old","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mytwogirls.net\/?p=2029","title":{"rendered":"My Fifteen<\/strike> Five Year Old And My Thirteen<\/strike> Three Year Old"},"content":{"rendered":"

Zara was being picky during dinner, she didn’t want to eat the fish, didn’t want to eat the vege, only wanted to eat rice with soup. <\/p>\n

Daddy said, “Wait till I send you to the desert.”<\/span>
\nZara put down her chopstick, glared at Daddy, and said very slowly “If you want to send me to the desert, you better send me tonite. I’ll pack my bags and go.”<\/span>
\no.O” <-- Daddy and I went \nI chipped in, “Your daddy is just kidding.”<\/span>
\nZara continued to glare at Daddy and said, “You don’t really mean it right??”
\n“If you say one more time, then I’m OFF.”<\/span>
\no.O” <-- Daddy and I went\nDaddy asked, “Off where?”<\/span>
\nZara clarified slowly, “Leave. The. House.”<\/span><\/p>\n

Five year old already like that. Fifteen year old that time how huh?<\/p>\n

The little one, didn’t like what Daddy said too, so she frowned and told Daddy, “Dad you are speaking nonsense.”<\/span> and refused to speak to him afterwards.<\/p>\n

o.O”<\/p>\n

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