Today I told the snortlepig she could not lick the beaters yet, because I still had to beat in the vanilla essence. She called me a pesky wench. (A “peshky wench”, technically.) At times like these, I begin to doubt my parenting. Discuss.
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Where could she have heard such an expression, do you think?
I’m pretty sure that photo right there is next to the dictionary entry of “pesky wench.” That smile!