Them there er fightin' words.

After reminding Dylan he has soccer practice tonight, I say to Lauryn,

"Are you going to play soccer someday too?"

"Yeah! Soccer and t-ball!"

Dylan interjects, "You can't Lauryn. You're just a baby."

Lauryn calmly and deliberately says "I. AM. NOT. A. BABY." Then all manner of vengeance and wrath spilled forth from her mouth, aimed at her brother who would dare accuse her of being the "b word." The words were not always decipherable, but the sentiment was perfectly clear. She ended her vitriolic speech again emphasizing "I am NOT a BABY!"

Now that Dylan has discovered her trigger, I fully expect him to call her a baby 17 more times before the morning is over.

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