I've been up with a cranky kid since about 5am. It's now after 9 and I've already warned Dylan he'll have to get up soon for some co-parenting.
"Baby Girl, go get Daddy."
She crawls off down the hallway. I hear the bedroom door slide open.
A minute later I go check on the situation. Remove iPhone from daughter's hands while Dylan continues to pretend he's asleep.
"Get Daddy, not his toys."
She drops back onto her knees and crawls over to his pile of clothes on the floor. Grabs his jeans, then changes her mind and grabs the pajama pants. Drags them to the side of the bed and hands them to Dylan.
Good job, kid.
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