"Come on, angel, it's time to wake up," I said, nudging my three năm old daughter in a hopeless attempt to wake her.
"No," she grumbled in her sweet little voice, under the duvet.
"Kady, do we have to do this every morning?" I sighed, gently pulling the covers away from her, while she tried tugging it up towards her.
"Nooo," she whined. Weren't three năm olds supposed to be lively and bouncing up and down like they were high around this time? Yeah, my Kady was thêm like me on that front.
"Kady," I đã đưa ý kiến in a stern voice, "it's getting late. bạn have to get dressed, have breakfast, then I have...
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