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My grandchildren were born about 13 months apart. Granddaughter K is the older; grandson J is the younger. So when J was about to turn 1, K's second birthday had just gone by.
I brought cake and gifts to my daughter's apartment for J's party (just as I had for K's.)
K sees me come in and started hopping up and down. "My bosday! My pwesents!" I gave her a hug and said, "No, sweetie, this is J's birthday. These are J's presents. Remember, your birthday was a couple of weeks ago."
She looked at me with a rather grumpy expression, and repeated, "MY bosday! MY pwesents!"
My daughter was cracking up, and told me that K was in a total "mine" mode these days...EVERYTHING was "MINE!" So I walked over to my daughter, put my arms around her, and said, "You know what, K? This is MY daughter. Not yours...MINE." My daughter got right into it, and put her arms around me, and said, "Yep, K, and this is MY mommy. Not yours...MINE."
K looked back and forth from her mommy to me, and after a moment, said, "Nuh uh..." but with a VERY doubtful and not-too-happy expression. "Oh yes, K, MY daughter." "Oh yes, K, MY mommy."
By this time, K was GLARING, and she marched over to me, grabbed me by the pantleg, and started trying to haul me to the door. "buhBYE, GAMMA!" she shouted.
My daughter and I were just HOWLING at that point. To this day, (and K just turned 11) it's her favorite story. My daughter died about 8 and a half years ago, so K just LOVES hearing any story about her mommy, and she asks for this one every single time she comes to our house (alternate weekends...)
Probably not too amusing to anyone but K and her grandpa and I...
Hope you get over your boredom!
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