Her brothers have taught her a new coping strategy - the high-pitched, screeching, "what?!?" Sasha hasn't perfected her "t" sound yet, so it comes out, "wok?!?" much to our collective amusement.It goes like this:
Sasha: (seeing Mama eating oatmeal for breakfast) Oatmeal please!
Mama: Ok (makes oatmeal for Sasha for breakfast)
Sasha: Piece cheese please!
Mama: You can have cheese when you're done your oatmeal (note: Sasha has finished none of her past 497 bowls of oatmeal)
Sasha: Wok?!?
Yeah, I don't know how she survives our insane military-school-like family disciplinary environment, either.
2 comments:
Poor Sasha has it so rough :) Her & Kobe are so much alike. Kobe's new thing is to tell you "Not" about whatever you ask him & then throw a fit b/c you aren't doing it!!!!
Can't wait to see you guys in Florida!
Yay! Glad the post is back!
And so sorry that Sasha (and the boys) must live under those brutal restrictions. What's next...throwing their trash in the waste can?
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