So I'm sitting here looking for an apartment and Brook is on my lap cutting up foam sheets into tiny pieces. Well apparently I'm in the zone, because I snap out of it to hear Brook saying, "Mom, I need help. Mom, I need help. And so for the rest of the time, she needed help because her mom couldn't hear her."
Oh Brook, you are too funny. I think she's going to be a writer.
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Hilarious! Nothing like a kid self narrating their life!
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