Lyla wouldn't give the camera the time of day. I was like, "Hello? Hey Lyla! Say cheese! Cheeeese!" And she was like, "I'm busy. Go away."
"Dad, seriously. Get that thing out of my face."
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You're giving her the yucky ones - I wouldn't eat those either! Try broccoli and asparagus. Now those were what my girls loved - SERIOUSLY! Trees and bushes. Maren used to cheer when I would put them in the cart at the grocery store. Oops - wrong post - referring to your struggle with the veggies.
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