Last night we got home from work and daycare and bundled inside; however, Eric stayed outside to shovel our driveway in the snowing, blowing, iciness that was yesterday. Inside, a toasty Abby raised her palms and said, "What can we do to Daddy to-to-for thanks?"
I didn't really get the question. I said, "Do you mean what can we do to say thank you to Daddy?"
"Yes," she said, hands on hips: "What can we do to say thank you for-for-for being so helpful?"
"Draw a picture?" I suggested.
So she disappeared into her bedroom to return twenty minutes later with two white 12 x 12 scrapbook pages taped together. (Taping is the new sliced bread at our house.) She had drawn a large potato head holding a shovel and explained to Eric, "This is for you for-for-for being so helpful! And this is you and this is the-the shovel and this is-is-is all the snow!"
Later: "You-you-you can take it to-to work and show it to all of your friends!"
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