Cranky mama. And it's not me.
Mom: Oh! I have no patience at all! When you run out of patience, it's time to go!
Gwen: Go where?
Mom: You know where.
Gwen: Oh! You mean GO. Do I get to go when I run out of patience?
Mom: No.
Now being soothed by Huckabee. Thank goodness it's almost bedtime.
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