Kyndal is already a woman. In one sense of the word anyway. Indecisive. And she has learned a new word that goes along with it so well: "ack-shey." (Actually.) Yesterday morning went something like this. Mom: What would you like for breakfast? Kyndal: Cereal bar. (While opening the bar) No, ack-shey, cereal. (While pouring the Cheerios) No, ack-shey, oatmeal. (After the cereal was cooked and hot) No, ack-shey, mommy's cereal. (So she was settled with my cereal.) Milk in it Mom. No, ack-shey, no milk, just big spoon, no, little spoon, no, the reindeer spoon ack-shey. (A moment later) Mom, I need milk in cup, no ack-shey "orn juice", no milk, no juice.
Seriously? Oh my. This girl will never be able to get dressed for a date.
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