Savita in the car right after we had dinner: 'I would like a sandwich when we get home.'
Me: 'You should have eaten more while we were at the restaurant.'
Savita: 'I still want to eat more.'
Me: 'You can have a dry piece of bread when we get home.'
Savita: 'I want mine wet, with peanutbutter.'
On her new tire swing, Savita: 'Can you push me papa, a big one.'
Me: 'Hold on here you go.'
Savita: 'That's not big that's tiny.'
Savita noticing Moshe's and my toothbrushes on the edge of the tub. With a little sigh and picking up our toothbrushes to put them in the right place; 'You GUYS need to clean up after yourself.'
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