The other day I was sitting at the breakfast table with Brooke and Bailey. Brooke got upset about something, started pouting, and ran into the living room (where we can not see her from where we’re sitting).

Bailey looks at me and says, “Brooke needs a tissue” (presumably referencing Brooke’s crying/whining).

From over in the living room Brooke yells to us “Do not worry about me, Bailey!”

I literally laughed out loud.

No shortage of sass in these girls. ; )