Schatz (comes upstairs): Daddy is going to make me ice cream.
Me (playing along): Yummy. What kind of ice cream is Daddy making?
Schatz: Chocolate.
Me: Hmmmm. That's my favorite.
Schatz (going back down stairs): Mom says yes, Schatz can have ice cream.
Dad: It's too early for ice cream. We're not having ice cream.
Schatz: But Mom says yes.
Death-defying Muttering
5 years ago
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