It was time for our evening walk, but only Jory and the baby were outside.
“Where’s Rowan?” I inquired.
“She’s in the house,” Jory answered as he got back on Rowan’s scooter. “Oma made her go inside.”
Ahh, she’s in trouble. Okay, then I guess it was just me and my oldest and youngest babies going on a walk. “Let’s go guys!”
Jory quickly scooted out the gate as the baby walked her scooter out the gate.
At the bottom of the driveway, Oma said, “Baby, go get Rowan.”
“Oma, she not listening. She can’t go on a walk,” the baby reminded her grandmother.
“Baby, go get Rowan,” Oma commanded.
“She not listening,” she repeated, in case Oma didn’t hear her or get it the first time.
“Go get her now,” Oma stated with a steely look.
“Okay,” the baby said, as she moved away from her scooter to go get her sister out of the house.
There are some moments I look at the baby and just shake my head. Bossy, little thing, repeating everything she hears.
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