Butterfly: "I don't have guns. My dad has guns. But I don't have guns 'cause they're not pink." (yeah, because THAT'S the reason my three year old can't have a gun.)
Ladybug: "Mommy! That's Daddy's coat! You didn't ask, you in trouble, go say sorry!" (mind you, he's 2000 miles away)
Butterfly: "I wanna do that."
Me: "that's bungee jumping."
Butterfly: "yeah, I wanna do that."
Me: "I don't think that's a good idea."
Butterfly: "My dad can do it."
Me: "ok, we'll let Daddy do it."
Butterfly: "and then he'll teach me and we'll go together."
Ladybug: (overly tired, sobbing from her carseat) "please go home and find daddy. quick mommy, I need my daddy, please my daddy!"
Me: "who's your best friend?"
(no hesitation) Butterfly: "Daddy."
and AngelBaby chatters, squeals and jabbers all day. I love it. She talks nonstop, in a happy little babble that I don't remember from either of our big girls. It makes me melt.
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