Is spoiled when she hurts her finger in the basket, tears start following so you pick her up to calm her down though you don’t see anything wrong with the finger, and then after she has stopped crying and you attempt to put her back in the basket, she starts up again, so you find yourself pushing a basket with a four-year-old in it, while holding a three-year-old on one hip and hand and grocery shopping with the other hand.
“Why am I still carrying you?” you ask.
“Because you love me,” she answers.
Maybe, but mostly it’s because I’m insane. Insanely in love with a spoiled baby.
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