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The wailing met me as I opened the door, coming in from a rare day at the office.
“Nick!” I call out, a question mark evident in my tone. “What’s going on?”
Nick rounds the corner of the landing at the top of the stairs. “Oh good, you’re home, maybe you can help me understand.”
I take the stairs two at a time and walk into the bathroom.
“Why the tears baby girl?” I ask.
She sniffed. “Want unicorn jammies!”
“You’re wearing your unicorn jammies, dearest. Looks like that’s what Papa got out.”
“O-o-o-okay, Daddy.”
‘No more tears, baby girl.”