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I looked at Prince as he played with his toys. He had all of them scattered and he pretended that they were talking to each other.

I looked back up at the tv, which was in SpongeBob. "I'm the real dirty Dan!" I giggled then looked back at Prince.

"Hey buddy, want some ice cream?" I asked mostly because I wanted some ice cream.

"Ooooh yes mommy, please, please, please!!!!" He begged yanking my leg.

"Ok ok, I'll go get it, be good for daddy ok," I said kissing his forehead.

I knew exactly where to go, Cold Stone😏. I got Princy Wincey Chocolate ice cream with chocolate chunks, I got Michael Snickers ice cream, and I got myself Oreo Cookies and Cream. Andddd some grapes cause hey, we running out again.

I drove back home slipping grapes in my mouth while dancing to the radio and laughing at myself.

I walked in the house to hear screaming. "Ahhhh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" I heard Prince cry then I saw him running past me. He spotted me and ran behind my legs.

"What's wrong buddy?" I asked worried until I seen Michael running with a belt in the air. He bent over breathing hard.

"Oh god, that boy fast," he said catching his breath. He looked up as I laughed.

"What happened?" I said picking up Prince. I kissed his cheek and he blushed just like Michael. I put down the bag with ice cream.

"He put one of his toys in the toilet!" Michael said leaning against the counter.

"Daddy said he was gonna whoop my ass? What's a ass?"

"Hey, that's a bad word! Don't say that no more," I said sternly.

"I'm sorry mommy," he pouted.

"Awe, it's ok just don't say it again," I said as he nodded. "Michael!" I yelled. I covered Prince's ear. "Michael what the hell. You know we don't cuss in front of Prince!" I uncovered his ears.

"I had to fish Mater out of the toilet, do you know how many times I washed my hands? I bout burned them in that hot water!" He argued. I kinda laughed.

I sat Prince down in his chair and took out his ice cream handing it to him. "Don't make a mess ok baby," I said handing him a spoon.

"What! Did you not hear me saying I had to dig in the toilet?" Michael frowned.

"Not my fault toilet fingers," I laughed as me and Prince high fived.

"Good one mommy," he giggled with chocolate all over his mouth. I shook my head looking back at an unpleased Michael.

"Michael he's 3," I said making a face.

"Ugh!" He groaned still on this. He looked mad.

"Babe," I sighed.

"Blahh," he rolled his eyes.

"Here, I got you favorite," I pouted trying to get on his good side.

"Thanks babe," he sighed letting it go. He scooped some in his mouth and so did I. I ate some more then say it down putting the grapes in the refrigerator.

I felt Michael's body press against mine. He kissed my neck. "Somebody here has to get a beating..."

"Mmm, is that right? Is it gonna be me?" I asked looking in his eyes.

"The question you should be asking is if you can take it..." He said then kissed me.

"P-Prince, it's nap time!" I shouted.

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