Cammie Sammie The HammiePosted: September 2, 2011
This morning after finally getting Mea ready, I was given some very specific instructions as to what I was to do over my lunch.
Mea: “Momma, when you come home for lunch, you need to give Cammie Sammie Hammie her sippy cup.”
Me: “Who is Cammie Jammie?”
Mea: “Mom! Cammie Sammie Hammie is my most favorite Littlest Pet Shop, ever!”
Me: “Okay…what am I supposed to do with her?”
Mea: “I said, you need to give her, her sippy cup. The purple one. Not the pink one. She needs to drink her milk. Don’t forget. Or else.” (She is so bossy!)
Me: “Where is Cammie Blammie?”
Mea: “Ugh! She is right here, and she is Cammie Sammie Hammie. Not Cammie Blammie.”
Me: “And where is Cammie Hammie’s sippy cup?”
Mea: “Momma! It is right here, by the pink one. But you can only use purple. Not the pink one. Do you understand yet? And she is Cammie Sammie Hammie, NOT Cammie Hammie.”
I have been schooled. I better take care of Cammie Jammie Blammie Sammie Hammie over my lunch, so I don’t get in trouble. Apparently, Cammie can talk to Mea, and she will tell on me. That’s what I was told.