Scene: the Peanut's room, the other morning, as I tried to brush her teeth (an activity roughly equivalent to wrestling an eel):
Me: Will you stop wriggling and let me brush your teeth already! We do this every day -- why do you keep fighting me?
The Peanut, just before fighting me off and sprinting out of the room: I'm getting out of here, you old lady!
I bet the teenage years are going to be awesome.
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Oh, I imagine "Old Lady" is among the milder of names she'll have for you in the future! GT, who apparently has been watching BBC America without my knowledge, has taken to telling me, in response to my demand that he do something or other, "Don't get your knickers in a twist, woman."
See, this is what happens when you have more than basic cable...
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