Warning!

I overheard Abby and Joe in the kitchen tonight while they were making dinner together.

Joe: Abby do not touch the waffle iron. It's hot. It will hurt you. If you do, we will have to go to the hospital.

Abby (contemplating): Will I get to see my baby sister?  

love. love. love.

 Here's a picture from Abby and Joe's little impromptu date to Dunkin Donuts yesterday afternoon.  I sent them to the store to pick up a jalapeno for dinner and wondered why it was taking them longer than usual. When they got home, Abby walked in, sunglasses on, and told me all about her "daddy date", green donut and "Dunkin milk" (which I later learned is what Abby named chocolate milk). The smile (and sugar high) stayed with her all the way to bedtime! She has such a great Daddy!