Shoshana: "I'm three. I need my
birthday." Me: "Yes, in about three weeks you will be three and we will
have a party with friends, and cake, and a pinata! Do you remember the
pinata last year?" "YES!" "Do you remember what comes out of a pinata?"
Pause. Wrinkling her nose "... spiders?"
"But I want to stay with Amanda!" (crying) "But she is not your mommy. You need to come home with mommy and daddy." "Why?" "Because we are your parents and we are supposed to take care of you." "Why?" "Because God gave you to us." "Why?" "I don't know. He made that decision." "Oh."
"Good morning sunshine." (in the most grumpy voice she can muster) "I'm not sunshine. I'm Shoshana."
"Oh, Shoshana, you are so funny." "No. I'm just cute." "Yes. Yes you are."
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