Last night as I’m cooking dinner, Honey comes up to me and says one sentence. After repeated attemps to figure out what she was saying (I thought she was saying, "I want a baby bottle."), this is what transpired:
Honey: I want a baby brother.
Me: Oh, you want a baby brother?
Honey: Yes.
Me: Ask God.
Honey: God, I want a baby brother.
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