Last night, after a long struggle getting her to bed (one more hug! Another kiss! You didn't tuck me in! I can't reach purple baby! I need to potty! I need to poop! Turn my light up! Good night! You didn't say good night! ETC), this is what we heard five minutes after finally exiting her room.
Through the monitor.
Hallie: Daddy!
Hallie: Daddy!
Hallie: Daddy!?
Hallie: Dad.
Hallie: Dad.
Hallie: Daddy!
Hallie: Dave!
Hallie: Daaaavvveeee!
Hallie: Daddy!
(After a few minutes of this)
Dave: Yes?
Hallie: Um...(long pause). My piggy doesn't belong on my bed.
I love that kid.
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- Keri Beth Mason
- I am Keri. Always and forever living a small, but content existence in the mid-west. Mom of two darling children, Hallie and Henry. Married to a man who simultaneously makes me laugh and drives me crazy. And I love him dearly for both.
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1 comment:
Hilarious. Most certainly your genetics at work.
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