02 April 2011
Like Father Like Daughter. Like Mother Like Son.
We went out to dinner the other night. Tim ordered a steak, which came with a side of steamed broccoli. Jackson and I ate the broccoli, because we know Tim won't touch the stuff. Mia, however, looked Tim in the eye, crossed her arms, furrowed her brow, and said (loudly), "WHERE'S MY STEAK?!"
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PRICELESS!!!!! Love the dynamics in your family!!!!
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