Tuesday, November 28, 2006

I Guess We'll Keep Her

A conversation overheard this morning, after Rob came downstairs in his scrubs:

Older Girl: "Dad, why are you wearing scrubs? Do you have to go to the hospital?"

Rob: "Yep. I have to help deliver a baby."

The Boy (in alarm): "Dad, I don't want you to deliver another baby. I want to keep the one we have!"

He likes her . . . he really, really likes her . . .

1 comment:

  1. Awwww!

    It took Bub awhile to deign to notice his baby sister, and when he did, it was so satisfying.


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