December 24, 2013 @ 2:23 pm | Filed under: Family, These People Crack Me Up
Rilla: Mommy, do you know where any chalk is?
Me: Afraid not. It was all taken outside, remember.
Rilla: (looks crestfallen)
Me: I know where some fake money is, though.
Rilla, gasping: PERFECT!
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