On Wednesday, Split Pea was angry at me.
Split: Fine! I don’t like you! I don’t like any of my family. You just an elliot! (I assume he meant idiot.)
Yesterday, however, he had a completely different perspective.
Split: I love you, Mommy. You are the beautifullest mommy in the world. If you die, I will even make you feel better!
Awww.
I just hope this “elliot” doesn’t die. I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to help me, and I hate to disappoint him.
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