Before the blizzard even hit, we had plans for the girls to spend the night with Grandma and Grandpa tonight. Since the roads are still a mess, we decided to go through with the plan and walk them the less than a mile over there. About two blocks in, Alyson got tired and didn't want to walk anymore, so Tony started carrying her on his shoulders. A little more than halfway there:
Tony: You're getting heavy.
Alyson: I know.
Tony: You know?
Alyson: Yes because I'm three and because I'm Alyson.
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