This evening, I was holding Noah on the sofa watching TV. Josh was doing the dishes and Meredith was in her playroom. As I was enjoying the peace and quiet while holding my sleeping baby boy, this is what I heard....
Meredith's pitter patter into the kitchen
Josh is standing at the sink rinsing dishes
"daddy.....daddy" in the quietest little voice
"daddy....mizit need juice."
"Okay let's get some juice"
I hear them both walk to the water cooler and refill her cup
"tank you daddy"
"your welcome mizit"
"uv you daddy!"
"love you mizit"