A conversation tonight, while Thomas and I were getting ready to go out...
Nora: Rich, coming?
Me: Yep. Uncle Rich is coming and Daddy and I will go and then we'll come back.
Nora: No. No go.
Sylvie: Nora, believe me, when Uncle Rich is here you'll want Mommy and Daddy to never come back. You're gonna play your buns off.
[And when we left, both girls were screaming with glee while their uncle chased them with an inflatable bat, so I think Sylvie was right.]
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