So without further ado:
"Mom, you are my greatest love. Without you I would die. But don't ever tell my friends that I kiss you."
"Boy! You always get it wrong! If it's two foots, it's feet. If it's just one feet, it's foot. Get it right now, k'?"
And finally, this, which I found stuffed in one of the three dozen notebooks she keeps scattered around the house:
Which reminds me--Alpha Grandma, as far as my memory serves, you didn't read my diary. You read a spiral notebook you found while helping me clean out my desk. And clearly, snooping through notebooks is part of the job description. Stop beating yourself up already. You're off the hook.
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No, no, no. It was your diary because I distinctly remember you locking yourself in the bathroom and ripping it up. That was when I went out and bought you one with a lock and key (not that that would have stopped me if I was ever again so foolish as to think you have something to hide.
P.S. Love the new background picture!!
Are they? And how does she know? Dragons, I'm talking dragons!
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