The other day we're coming back home from meeting PoPo at the airport. We see a man walking along the side of the road. Lolo asks "What's his name?" I said "I don't know Lolo." She says "Let's ask Daddy. Daddy knows everything."
Great. Now, not only is daddy perfect, but he knows everything.
We will be revisiting this thought again when Lolo becomes a teenager.
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