I went on a trip to Daytona Beach and St. Augustine. It was alright, but you don't care about that. So I'll go straight to the topic du jour.
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My brother and sister were teaming up to bother me.
Me: I hate you!
Rachel: [sobbing with her face buried on my brother's arm]
Me: What's wrong?
David: Why are you crying?
Rachel: [crying] Onni says she hates us.
Me: [comforting her] I didn't mean it. Don't cry.
Rachel: [sits up abruptly and smiles] That's what I call fake crying!
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One day she was looking at a picture of herself dressed up as a mermaid in Halloween. This is a picture taken when she was five years old and in Kidergarten. She is six now and will be going into the first grade.
Rachel: [sighing] My life, my school... I miss it so much. I'm an old lady.
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Me: Hey Rachel, do you want to be an actress?
Rachel: No I want to be rich.
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