Last night, we put Livy to bed around 9:15 and Drew and I were going to curl up in bed and finish the shark show we were watching. When we got to our bedroom, he remembered he needed to go shut the garage. Not long after he left, I heard Livy holler from her bedroom...
"Daddy's not in here."
"Where'd he go?"
"He just had to go do something real quick."
"Well I need my daddy!"
"What for?"
"I need some yipstick!"
"No you don't. You're supposed to be going to bed.
"But I need my daddy to get me some yipstick for my yips!"
Thankfully she fell asleep by the time Drew came back to bed, so she never got her yipstick.
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