I’m getting a new mom

“I’m leaving.  

I’m getting a new mom.  

You never take care of me.  

David can be my mom.  

You are too old.  

You’ve been here for thousands of years.  

You never get me dressed for school in the morning.

I’m going to my room!” 

See what happens when I will not use all my ink to print a bunch of pictures of The Wiggles?

Now she is giggling about it. She LOVES The Wiggles.  I say, “You’re a monkey’s uncle.”  Reply:  “I’m a monkey’s WIGGLES uncle!”