Laila: Monson I love you. ( waiting ) .........Monson I love you.
...............( waiting) Monson, I love you. ............... Don't you love me?
Monson : You are being weird.
Laila : I am not being weird I am telling you I love you. ( waiting )
( shouting) Mom, Monson won't tell me he loves me.
Monson: Laila, now you are really being weird. Stop it.
Laila: ( feeling sad) Can I have a hug?
Monson : ......no.............I tell you I love you every morning on my way to school.
Laila: Well I need to know you love me on a Sunday too.
Monson: Don't be weird.........
Monson and Laila's relationship is a strange one.
Monson was the youngest child in our home for 9 years.
Now Laila has been the youngest child in our home for 9 years.
Two youngest children does not a happy home make.
They are like fire and ice, summer and winter, showtunes and rap.
The crazy arguments and fights that I have to listen to settle are amazing.
3 comments:
Ahahaha, Oh how I love these two!
What a funny convo, why did I miss this? Sheesh
holy cow... the fact that laila is nine!! what happened to her being 4??
I love Laila! On a Sunday, even!
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