Kimball is in to "bad guys" and he was recently calling Rebecah a "bad-wicked guy". Rebecah decided that she had enough of Kimball's taunting and she said with indignation in her voice: "I'm not a bad-wicked guy, I'm a kid!" It was so funny.
Yesterday, Rebecah and I made a pull-apart pumpkin cinnamon bread. We planned it for our breakfast this morning. When I asked her what she wanted for dessert last night she said "what you made". I didn't quite understand what she meant since I make 99% of the desserts around the house so she took me to the oven where the pumpkin bread was baking. I had to explain that it was still baking, it was hot and for breakfast so we needed to pick a different dessert. She didn't like it, but she did. She kept her eye on the bread all last night.
This morning Rebecah asked for breakfast and I said, sure. About 2 minutes later she comes screaming down the hall "We have bread for breakfast!" She had suddenly remembered the bread that was so tempting last night and she could eat it today. She loved it.
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