Heard from Fiona this morning while looking down at her feet (with a 104 fever nonetheless):
"Hello, monkey slippers! How are you? Good? Good."
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Getting in the car:
Fiona: Twinkle Twinkle? Round and Round?
Me: Hold on.
F: I'm workin' on it.
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Digging through my mess of a purse while holding Fiona outside of the car:
Me: Argh.
Fiona (without me having said anything else): Hmmm...where'd the keys go?
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I love these bits and pieces! I hope Fiona gets better soon!!
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