It's always those funny little stories that make you laugh the most.
Long story short in the journey of potty training, Veronica peed in her carseat. So I was washing the lining and I needed her other carseat (we have two). I go to get it from the garage and find Bryan has mounted it up high on a hook. I get the stool and still can't get it and I exclaim, "Oh Veronica, what has your Father done?".
Fast forward a day or two to our trip to Wahpeton. I'm buckling V into the seat I originally couldn't get down and she starts saying to her friend Tatum who is sitting next to her (in her quiet high pitched voice), "Oh my father Tatum, what did my father do? My father can't do that, can't put it up high. Why my father do that Tatum?". When Veronica says 'father' it comes out 'fodder' making it even cuter:). It was so darn funny and that ever needed reminder of the little ears that are always always always listening:)
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