Last night, as soon as her daddy came home from work, Rylan wanted to go outside and throw a small red disc. We both told her she couldn't because some dark clouds were rolling in and it was beginning to thunder. She insisted that it wasn't, and I opened the front door to prove it to her. She turned away, said a few sentences under her breath, and then tossed over her shoulder this little gem:
"Whatever..."
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