Marina again. So much sass and wit in a 9-year-old body.
Marina and I played a memory game where we had contractions and the words used to make them placed face down at a table. We had to remember where the words were set and match them together. Marina beat me three times in a row and was gloating, so to punish her I told her to make sentences using the contractions.
Marina: I’m the winner. You’re the loser. You don’t win.
Me: Well, that’s enough of contractions for, well, forever.