We're walking home from the shop, and S (6 y/o) steps in front of me and just stops to take a look back - in case we abandoned her or something, I imagine. My wife laughs and points out that it's cute that S just stops every now and then and cuts me off. As we carry on:
S (6 y/o, with great disappointment): I can't cut you off... from the server of life...
I wonder if she and her siblings are spending too long on the internet.
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