I walk out into the living room, to find Irelynn attempting to take Owen's pants off.
"Irelynn...what are you doing?!"
"Owen doesn't want these pants. He wants red pants."
She holds up a pair of red pants to show me.
"Owen wants red pants?"
"Yes, he told me so."
"Owen talks to you?"
"Mmm-hmmm. And Connor, too."
This would have been so much more useful during the first five months when Connor was going through his colicky stage.
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