
Ben takes the girls to school and picks them up every day, since it is only a few blocks from his office. I was so happy with this situation and really relieved that I wouldn't be forced to get out of my pajama’s before noon (we all know that I like working in my slippers).

I was excited about the idea until the girls came home one day and their daddy asked them to tell me what they learned that day. He asked, “what does a cow say?” and they replied, “mooooo”, and then he asked, “what does a duck say?” and they replied qwack qwack”, and then he asked, “what does a mommy say?”, and they replied “Stop it! Stop it! with their little fingers pointing in my face, and then he asked, “what does a daddy say?”, and they replied “Good girl, Good girl”, with a smile.

I was no longer thrilled that he was spending 30 min of uninterrupted alone time with them each day, and could only imagine at this point what they would come home saying.
Well, a few of the things they come home talking about are: Big Ole Trucks, Baby Backhoes, Parking Garages and Cranes. Emily likes to say “Arrggg, I have the scurvies” in honor of Gasparilla. Lilly came home the other day and said, “Bless your heart, mommy”. I wonder who taught her that!?
I was rocking Emily in the living room recliner last night since she is not feeling well (double ear infection), and she pointed up to my Salvador Dali painting and said, “is that you, mommy?” I immediately said, “No, that is not mommy!” to which she responded, “YES, that is you mommy!”
And...........Ben strikes again!
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