“Oma, Auntie Whitney is taking me to the movies,” Rowan declared.
“Oh that’s nice,” Oma responded.
“Tomorrow, she’s taking me,” the five-year-old continued.
Wait- - what did she just say? “Rowan, you’re not going to the movies tomorrow with Auntie Whitney.”
She nodded her head. “Auntie Whitney said she was taking me to the movies on Sunday.”
“No, baby, she said she would take you when a good movie comes out, but not tomorrow. Okay?”
“Oh,” she said, disappointed.
Thanks a lot Auntie Whitney.
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