We spent the afternoon at my sister's house yesterday. The girls had a blast with their cousins, and didn't want to leave. This is the conversation I had with Portia on the way home.
Me: I know, Sweety, maybe next time we can have a sleepover. But we gotta go home so Daddy can go to work tomorrow. He has to go home and get his work clothes.
Portia: But Dahlia's house has a pool.
Can't argue with that logic.
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