"Turn on some African music, Mommy," Rachel said today as we headed to preschool.
"OK," I said, always pleased that she loves African music. "Promise me you'll go to Africa someday, OK?"
"You have to come with me!" she insisted. "You have to tell me what plane to catch."
Pause.
"Daddy can stay home and take care of my babies!"
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