“Daddy, will you help me get Pooh ready for his bath?”
“Can’t you do it by yourself?”
“No, I’m the mommy, I just lay on the couch.”
Me: “Uncle Nathan’s birthday isn’t for a long time.”
Evie: “But what month is it in?”
Me: “April.”
Evie: “April? I’ve never heard of such a thing!”
“Evie, put that book back on the shelf, we’ll go find a different one.”
“I shan’t!”
If it’s not daresay, it’s shan’t with this one.
“Doctor Evie, mommy doesn’t feel very well. Maybe you should give her a smooch.”
::Evie runs over and gives her a kiss and comes back::
::whispering conspiratorially:: “Mommy kissed the doctor!”
::Feeling my cheeks:: “Scratchy.”
::Feeling under my eyes:: “Smooth.”
::Feeling the top of my head:: “Smooth!”
Shane Halbach 
She really makes me want to have the babies.
Out of curiosity, I was wondering the other day how long you will be able to continue writing about Evie here before she rebels. Granted, I’m looking 10 years down the line, but still. I was thinking about it.
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I’ve been thinking about that too, that’s a good question!
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I suggest paying her. In fact, when she hits the age that you first start giving her an allowance, I think you should give her back pay. Billy Ray Cyrus did this with his daughter and look how that turned out.
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