I was brushing my teeth. Austin and the dog emerged from his room. I
sat my toothbrush aside, crouched down and loved on my dog.
Me, baby voice: How's my girl? Are you a good girl? Of course, you're
a good girl. Mommy loves you!
Austin: Hi.
Me, going back to the bathroom and picking up my toothbrush: Yeah.
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