This is a conversation that happened in my van the other day...
Me: Brooke, put your hands in your lap.
Brooke: you put your hands in your lap
Me: Brooklyn Marie
Brooke: Brookyln Marie
Scott: Brooke, don't back talk to your mom that way
Brooke: You don't back talk to Mommy
That is a synopsis of the conversation, maybe not word for word but you get the idea. It ended w/ Scott climbing over the seats (I was driving) and Brooke crying.
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