Addilece and I had gone outside to paint a light. I had brought a skein of yarn out with me to hang the light from a tree. I was painting away when I hear Addilece declare:
Addilece: That's better, mommy.
Me *not looking up, still painting*: Is it better?
A: That's better, mommy.
M *still not looking up*: Yeah, it's better.
A: That's better, mommy.
I FINALLY look up to find out that the "better" was the skein of yarn that was now completely unraveled and in a tangled mess on the ground.
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