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“Deese Teef”

caroline march 2006 - 1

So this morning C had on a clean white shirt, and before I knew it, there was a brown smudge across her tummy.

I took a look and immediately knew she had wiped her chocolate milk-stained mouth on her shirt. I was very annoyed. We’ve talked about this many times so I said sternly, “C, did you wipe your lips on your shirt again?”

She looked at me very seriously for a minute, put a finger to her teeth and said slowly and seriously, “No, just deese teef.”

You can’t make this stuff up . . .

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