My beloved was mowing the lawn when we got home from daycare last night.  I went to get the sidewalk chalk so that we could draw more hot-air balloons on the broken concrete we euphemistically call a "patio."

The little angel has become a fan of organization and cleanliness.  She wants her spoon and hands wiped off between courses and would request sorbet to cleanse her palette if she knew such a thing existed. 

Little Angel:  "Daddy, it goes in there."  (points to the shed)

Beloved:  "Oh, you think I should put the mower in the shed?  Okay.  I won't leave it in the street, then."

My beloved went over to the shed and pulled out the jogging stroller, since the mower lives behind the jogging stroller in the shed.  "Mommy's stroller!" shouted the little angel.  She's never seen her father jog.

The little angel leaned over conspiratorially.  "Daddy's stroller is louder than Mommy's stroller."

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