I was trying to buckle a 3-year-old in her carseat.
She was wiggling around, playing around with the peanut butter coupon she stole from my house, and generally just being a 3-year-old.
I told her in a stern voice, "Concentrate!"
I thought she would listen to me. I thought I laid down the law to this little adorable red-haired girl.
She yelled back at me: "Constipated!"
"Constipated!"
"Constipated!"
"Constipated!"
Like Grandpa said, Jesus, she can say that word clear as day.
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