"Come on, angel, it's time to wake up," I said, nudging my three mwaka old daughter in a hopeless attempt to wake her.
"No," she grumbled in her sweet little voice, under the duvet.
"Kady, do we have to do this every morning?" I sighed, gently pulling the covers away from her, while she tried tugging it up towards her.
"Nooo," she whined. Weren't three mwaka olds supposed to be lively and bouncing up and down like they were high around this time? Yeah, my Kady was zaidi like me on that front.
"Kady," I alisema in a stern voice, "it's getting late. wewe have to get dressed, have breakfast, then I have...
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