Aimee came home to take Emily to the doctor. She’s been screaming on and off for a couple days — but Aimee will post about that later, I’m sure.
So, I’m upstairs in my office and my phone rings — it’s Aimee from downstairs and our conversation goes something like this:
Ron: Yeah?
Aimee: Uh, which one’s Emi?
Ron: HA HA. Are you serious?
Aimee: Is it the one on the right? Cause she looks like Emi… but so does the other one? I just want to be sure before I wake her up.
Ron: You can’t tell?!
Aimee: Well… she has a red bottle, but she has a white one. Just come down here and tell me which one is Emily.
It was the one on the right — she normally has the lighter or white bottle, but not today. Sorry, Aimee.