“You know what I think Mommy needs, Daddy?”
“What’s that, baby girl?” Devin absently asked as he searched for the bacon.
“Fluffiness, Daddy,” Abbi said, drawing his attention away from the fridge to find his baby girl nodding solemnly. “She needs fluffiness.”
“She has fluffiness,” Devin said with a pointed look at the large German Shepherd currently sleeping on his back in the middle of the floor.
“She needs more, Daddy,” she said with a sad shake of her head.
“No,” he said, chuckling as he returned his attention the refrigerator only to find his son standing in front of him, taking over the search.