Oh, are we in trouble with this one.
I’m pretty sure #2 was yelling at me to take her to Ann Taylor Loft.
“Mommy, please take me to Loft.”
“No, sweetheart. Nothing will fit you there.”
“What? Did you tell me ‘no’?”
“Pttttfffffffhhhh. I know you’ll take me where ever I want to go.”
“I’ll be extra cute if you take me! I’ll make everybody smile. I’ll make you proud!”