What’s in a Name?

With both my girls in the bath tub arguing, I don’t have but a second…

Last week, we were in their bathroom brushing teeth. Britton, standing in front of her sink (no stool) looked at herself in the mirror, cocked her head to one side while she brushed her teeth and said rather matter-of-factly, “I just love my name. No udder name would work fo‘ me.”

Then she poured Flouride mouthwash into her mouth, swished it around, spit it into the sink and said, “Ah, pufect aim.”

Turned on her heels and walked out of the bathroom.

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