Daddy, I want a lollipop!
Daddy, I want a lollipop!
Daddy, I want a lollipop!
Daddy, I want a lollipop!
Daddy, I want a lollipop!
Daddy, I want a lollipop!
Daddy, I want a lollipop!
Daddy, I want a lollipop!
…
Daddy, I want a lollipop!
Daddy, I want a lollipop!
Daddy, I want a lollipop!
Daddy, I want a lollipop!
Nice.
(Dad note: The back story here is that we hung out with Harold on Sunday and he mentioned to Maile that there was a store where you could get “lollipops”. Of course, the store was closed, but that didn’t prevent Maile from asking for a lollipop about 1,000 times over the next hour. Finally found one for her. She took about 10 licks and was done.)
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