Orclette: "momma, I'm not putting on my makeup again and again. I'm not doing that, ok?"
Me: "Ok ... why are you telling me that?" (I'm thinking she wants permission to keep her sparkly lip gloss; usually we take it away because she reapplies constantly)
Orclette: "The truth of my body is that it hurts and I'm not going to go poopy."
Me: laughter
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