Darby opens the freezer door

Me: “Darby get out of there please”

Darby: “I not in there!”

Darby: (referring to his battery-powered toy) “it’s not worrrrrrkiiiiiing”

Me: “give it a little jiggle”

Darby: wiggles his bum

Me: “Darby!!”

Darby: freezes and looks at me

Me: “Stop doing that.”

Darby: “I have!” Fair point.

It’s funny that when we were discussing having a 4th baby one of the things I was worried about was that Darby would get a bit “lost” in the mix. There is no possible way that is going to happen ☺