If I had to describe Macy... this would sum it up. When she is sweet, she is really sweet. When she isn't, she really isn't. Oh, I could go on and on. Sam's conversation with her tonight (after the most dreadful, tantrum-ridden bedtime routine ever) tells all...
Sam: "It makes Dad sad when you are mean to Mom."
Macy: "When I yell at Mom, I love you more, and when I yell at you, I love Mom more." (pause... probably while Sam is trying to figure out how to respond) "What have you been eating?"
Sam: "Nothing."
Macy: " You smell like marshmallows."
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I can picture her saying that! How do you ever keep a straight face?
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