This morning I was sure it was Saturday, because when I got up, Tom was still in bed. Turned out he'd overslept. Lily was up, which goes without saying because she IS our alarm clock. I made her bottle, she finished it, and Tom was still in bed. She went in to wake him and make him get up, then came out and told me this gem:
"Mommy, Tatus won't move. I think (pronounced sink) you need to make him something (pronounced somesing). Maybe some... coffee."
I stifled my laughter and obliged, and her Tatus roused himself from bed. Then I told him what she'd said, and we both chuckled, and she chimed in proudly, "I said that!"
Ah, kids. :)
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