I stood in the dining room, gathering my keys, Blackberry, laptop bag, and purse (am I a pack mule?). "Bye, Pumpkin," I called into the kitchen where he sat eating "hobo toast" (aka cinnamon toast).
"Bye bye, Mommy! I wuv woo!" he called back.
"Bye, G!" I called in to the kitchen. "Love you!"
Silence.
"See you, G!" I called again.
"Bye, Honey Bunny!" Pumpkin called in a deep voice (well, "deep" for a toddler), using G's nickname for me.
Since G stepped into the garage, I guess Pumpkin thought he'd fill in for his daddy.
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