This morning while sitting on the couch with a iPad, Kenna said, "After this one I'm going to be done because I don't like shows that much. I look at them for like three hours and then it hurts my neck. So I'm done."
Last night Quinn was escorted from the dinner table for insufferable complaining about the food. McKenna also started to cry because she didn't want Quinn to have to go upstairs. So she went upstairs to comfort her sister. She came back down and sat with me at the table. Then she picked up the water bottle and looked at it and said, "I'm going to take this water up to Quinn so she won't get died. She says she's starving to death. I don't want her to die. Ok, mom?"
And then this morning I heard the phrase from Lizza that I have been fearing. "I want one like Kenna, mom." Until now she hasn't really noticed subtle differences in what she and McKenna and Quinn have, but I worry this is the start of a crazy future. Let's do this, three girls!!
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