Anna's taken to browsing through the wedding albums we keep in our bedroom. Conversations usually wind around to where she was during the event. She's not happy with my answers.
Me: There's Daddy. There's me.
Anna: There's grandpa. There's Grandma!
Me: Yes! And Auntie Cindy...
Anna: Where's me Anna?
Me: You weren't born yet.
Anna: I want to go to the wedding.
Me: Well, if you were born, we would have invited you. But you were just an egg.
Anna: I was trying to get out of my egg! I wanted to eat cake.
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Let's cut to the chase here: "I want to eat cake".
A girl after my own heart.
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