I thought it was a brilliant idea to teach Little T to say "Help" instead of whining and grunting incessantly when she can't do or reach something. And it WAS brilliant. Until last night.
Picture this: a Christmas fireside at church, with beautiful music and reverent silence in between. That is, reverent silence broken up by cries of "Howp! Howp! from a tiny voice in the back. Literally a far cry from a silent night.
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