“You buckled in, Mommy?” the baby asked, as we were driving down the street.
“Yes, baby, I’m buckled in,” I answered, wondering why she was asking.
“You buckled in, Jory?
“Yes,” my oldest responded.
“You buckled in, RoEN (the new way she pronounces Rowan’s name)?”
“I’m buckled in,” Rowan replied.
“Good because I see the po-LEECE (police). No tickets! No tickets!” she happily informed us.
Gotta love three-year-olds who are on the lookout for the popo.
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