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[dracolicious]

Come here, pet. Let's go outside and look at all of the pretty flowers your Papa planted in the garden, all right? Daddy and Papa have something we'd like to talk to you about. You can finish up your mermaid movie when we're done . . . that's Daddy's good girl

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[boywholives]

Sure, you can go and finish your movie now.

[dracolicious]

And be careful with those biscuits around the dog!

[boywholives]

Fast as lightning, she is. Seems like only yesterday that she could barely balance on her own two feet.

[dracolicious]

I never realized just how big a three year old would be. I still think of her as a clueless little baby waddling around with a fat wet nappy dragging her down, then I see her and I can't believe my sappy, hormonal eyes.

[boywholives]

I know you miss those days. But Bean is barely there...you've got plenty of time yet to indulge.

[dracolicious]

And I get plenty of jealous looks from the peanut gallery when I do.

[boywholives]

...you do not!

[dracolicious]

I didn't mean you, Potter. Lord.

[boywholives]

Oh. Well.

Let's go and check on him, shall we?

[dracolicious]

I don't suppose our little chat could go any worse with him.

[boywholives]

I suspect there will be a lot of babbling on his part.

[dracolicious]

That ought to make three of us.

[boywholives]

Maybe we could let Emmy tell him.

[dracolicious]

. . . All right. I don't suppose it will make much difference in the long run.

[boywholives]

Actually, that may not be a bad idea. It would let us know how she interpreted everything that we told her.

[dracolicious]

I applaud your critical thinking, so now will you now stop making excuses and get on with teaching my arse a lesson in meat tenderization?