We told her in no uncertain terms that we were not going to pack until the night before or morning of (because we had so much laundry to do -- ha!) and she needed to knock it off.
Friday morning, 8 a.m. "Mom, did you find my yellow suitcase yet?" And like a parrot with Tourette's, she asked over and over and over and over again. By the fifth time, I
Exactly twenty minutes later: "Mommy, do you know where my YOU-KNOW-WHAT is?
In case I didn't know what she meant, she helpfully noted: "By the way, it's YELLOW."
If she weren't so goshdarn cute, I don't know what I'd do.
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