Whenever Isabella doesn't want to do something, she blames a body part.
Me: Isabella, please get up and get dressed.
Her: My head told me it wants to stay on the pillow
Me: Please put your pants on.
Her: My legs told me they want to stay in my pajamas.
Me: Put your coat on.
Her: My arms told me they don't want to.
Me: Go up to bed with Daddy.
Her: My legs don't like going with Daddy. They want to stay here with you.
Where does she get her imagination?
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