"Come on, angel, it's time to wake up," I said, nudging my three سال old daughter in a hopeless attempt to wake her.
"No," she grumbled in her sweet little voice, under the duvet.
"Kady, do we have to do this every morning?" I sighed, gently pulling the covers away from her, while she tried tugging it up towards her.
"Nooo," she whined. Weren't three سال olds supposed to be lively and bouncing up and down like they were high around this time? Yeah, my Kady was مزید like me on that front.
"Kady," I کہا in a stern voice, "it's getting late. آپ have to get dressed, have breakfast, then I have...
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