As usual while out for a walk, Alyson was chasing after Madelyn, tripped, and skinned up her knee at the farthest point from home. Tony carried her on his shoulders the rest of the way home. As we were walking:
Alyson, to me up ahead of them: You take care of my knee when we get home.
Me: Yes, I will clean up your knee when we get home.
Alyson: You really are a mommy.
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