Ginger: Paislea, what is all that stuff mommy puts on her face sometimes?
Paislea: I don't know. She has a lot of it and some of it tastes really good. I like to lick it off. But don't you go getting any ideas.
Ginger: I wish she could spend more time sitting with us than putting all that goop on. It takes her a long time!
Paislea: She spends less time than she used too! You should see her when she's going somewhere other than school!
Ginger: Why can't we go to school with her?
Paislea: I don't know that either! Why are you asking me so many questions? Geez, Gingie. You are so nosy.
Ginger: You say that like its a bad thing. It's good that I know what is going on. You think she'll ever leave us at home alone without putting us in our bed or cooped up in the kitchen?
Paislea: She used to leave me alone without either of those things - I started getting pinned up again when YOU arrived, thank you very much.
Ginger: Oh. You don't like being pinned up with me?
Paislea: Well, uhm...you see...its not you, Ginger. I just like to have choices. I guess being pinned up with you is better than being pinned up alone.
Ginger: Oh. Ok. Maybe one day you can have your choices again. And I can have mine too!
Paislea: Yeah, if you'd stop peeing inside...any hope for that happening sometime soon?
Ginger: Oh, I'm trying, Paislea, I really am.
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