I was in the store with D when my cell phone rang. It was N; I told him I'd call him right back, since I was busy with the sales clerk, and I closed the phone.
"I want to talk to Mommy!" D protested.
"It wasn't Mommy, it was Papa," I told him.
"WHICH Papa?" D asked. "YOUR Papa? The one who says 'Supie-dupe'?"
Well, yes, that's the one--how many OTHER Papa's does he know?
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