On Friday night, Josh gets Lola ready for her ballet class, since I am commuting home from work. I usually arrive halfway through and get to watch some ballet and some tap. After class ended last Friday, we all piled into the Toyota and went to our favorite Mexican restaurant. After dinner, we came back for the other car (on the way home), and Josh asked me if I'd like to get out and drive the other car home, or if I'd rather that he did. I volunteered to do it, but Lola said, "No, daddy drive the other car." "Why?" we asked. "Because I want Mommy to stay. I am her friend."
Since I will only be my daughter's "friend" for a little while, until she gets her first real "best friend," I gave my heart maximum melting room at that point!
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