Me: "Isaac is ready for his bath."
Gabby: "But Mommy, he forgot to take his clothes off!"
Patrick works most Friday nights at Old Chicago, so I'm usually solo with the kids. One Friday night, Gabby asked for a popsicle. I told her she could have one if she ate her dinner. During the course of our dinner conversation, we discussed how, in the summer, Daddy would let her eat popsicles in the bath. So, that was our plan this evening! She finished her dinner and says to me:
"Ok, my will go upstairs and start the bath; you get my popsicle (sounds like pock-kick-kickle)." After a brief pause she give me a concerned look, tilts her head and says, "can I leave Isaac (sounds like i-kick) down here with you?" :)
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