Last night’s conversation let me know I’m due for a long and expensive parenthood…
Its bedtime and the girls call me into Nariah’s bedroom for prayers. Toryn is getting over a cold and is on the last leg of his meds. I walk into the room and before I can get all they way in, Nariah stops me with a question.
“Daddy, can you go down stairs and get Toryn’s medicine for Mommy? Its in the fridge.”
“Oh ok, in the fridge huh?”
“Yep, in the door. Thanks Daddy!”
Now this is the conversation that takes place while I’m downstairs looking for the medicine :
“Thanks for asking Daddy for me Nariah, I was going to go get it, but thanks!”
“You’re welcome, Daddy’s nice.”
“You really like asking Daddy to do things for you don’t you?”
“Yep! He always says yes to me!”
“Oh he does? You sure?”
“Yep! Oooooh, I know! When he comes back upstairs, I’m going to ask him can we go to Disney this year!”
“Disney Nariah? We just went this summer baby.”
“Hmmm, you’re right… I guess we should wait til Toryn’s a little bit older… How about….. when he’s 4? Then I’ll be 8… yeah!”
“Hahahah if you say so Nariah.”
“Yep, he’s gonna take us!”
I return back upstairs with the medicine and walk into the room.
“OK, here you go, everybody ready for prayers?”
“Yeah Daddy. I have a quick question tho……”
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