Just Like Me

Me: “Your skin tans just like your mother. Your sister and brother just burn like me.”

Little Miss Thing, age 6: “The Sun hates you and is trying to kill you.”

Me: “What?”

LMT: “You and the Sun have a complicated relationship.”

Me: “Where do you get this stuff?”

LMT: “You.”

Me: “Yeah, OK, that does sound like me.”

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