The scene:
I'm rocking Mason in the living room, filling his belly with warm milk. He's very comfortable. Makayla is laying on the couch watching Dora The Explorer, trying to wind down from a very fun night with her friends. I looked down at Mason and thought that his fingers looked dirty. Noticing that his eyes were rolling in the back of his head, I didn't want to get up. I asked Makayla if she wanted to do me a favor. She popped up and excitedly said YES.
Me: Can you get into Mason's diaper bag and get me a wipe?
Makayla: Ya! (but on the way to the diaper bag, she saw a tissue on her table. She picked it up and handed it to me)
Me: That's a tissue. I need a wipe. I need something wet.
Makayla: (squints her eyes and nods her head) Okay. (she spits on the tissue) Here you go.
Me: Hahaha. No! That was a good idea, but I need a wipe. Please get me a wipe.
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