The Toddler is in the bathroom, singing to herself "Dora, Dora, Dora, the Explorer!" It's 8:00, one hour past her bedtime, and 45 minutes past my patience.
I think she's going to be a supreme teenager. She's already got the blank look down. I told her last time I went to check on her that it was time for bed, that she was done, and I got The Look. I now understand the parental sentence "I'm going to wipe that look off your face". I feel I am mere years away from "stop that or I will give you something to cry about" and "because I Said So."
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