Our conversation early this morning:
Me: Mya, come look outside, hurry!
Mya: Why?
Me: Because the grass is white!
Mya: Why?
Me: Because it snowed a little!
Mya: Oh!
later that day...
Me: Mya, don't touch my glasses
Mya: Why?
Me: Because you'll get them dirty and they could break...(again)...
I don't know if I'm ready for this phase. I thought I had at least 6 more months to a year for this one.
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