This morning, during an unusually relaxing family cuddle time in bed, the conversation went like this:
Rowan: Mommy, I want to be a mommy when I grow up--just like you.
Lance: That's sweet, Rowan. Tate, what do you want to be when you grow up?
Tate: Grapes
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