Doodles was having his morning constitutional and Pie was bugging him, so to distract her, I said, “Pie, where’s your baby?”
Pie ran to get her doll, but of course, ran back to be with her brother again. He, though, didn’t mind. Here’s their chat:
Pie: I have my baby!
Doodles: Oh! It’s your baby!
Pie: Yeah.
Doodles: I can be the baby’s daddy!
Pie: Okay. You be baby daddy.
Doodles: Pie, I’ll change your baby’s diaper and do her laundry.
Pie: Okay.
Doodles: Because they’re daddy jobs.
Pie: Yeah.
Doodles: I’ll take good care of your baby.
Feminist heart of mine, be still!
