(running down the stairs heading out the door)
little tobin: well now look at US! we are twins!
daughter: (stopping in my tracks) yup this is how it’s going to be now – me, matching my mother…
little tobin: we are so CUTE!
(pulling out of the driveway)
little tobin: how’s my lipstick?
daughter: how’s mine? ahhh we are rolling into the street!
little tobin & daughter: HAHAHAHAH whoooppssss!
little tobin: at least our lipstick looks good!
(finally on the way)
little tobin: what’s this song? hey jessseeeeeeee
daughter: no! it’s called hey jealous.
little tobin: nah, i like my version better…. HEYYY JESSEEEeeeeee
(heading home, officer blocking our street)
daughter: officer can we just go down there?, we live on the street.
little tobin: why are you talking in that voice?
little tobin: it’s your fake nice voice… he sees through it!
daughter: come on, stop!
officer: ladies you can proceed.
daughter: thank you officer.
little tobin: oh puhleaseeee, there it is again!
little tobin: are you wearing that?
daughter: (dressed in what i thought was appropriate attire to sit in WAITING ROOMS!)
yeah, what the heck is wrong with this outfit?
little tobin: well I know you can look better. and we will be around doctors… just sayin’
daughter: oh my god, are you trying to pimp me out to your doctor!?
little tobin: i did not say that! – but you know, a little lipstick never hurts…