“What’s that?”
“Wings and ribs?” he clarifies.
She nods enthusiastically, like she can’t wait for the answer.
“Wings come from a chicken.” He imitates a chicken flapping its wings. “Bawk, bawk.”
She giggles.
“And the other one can come from a cow or a pig.” He pauses then. “Moooooo. Oink, oink.”
Sera claps her hands and copies him. “Mooooo. Oink, oink.”
He lifts her out of her booster seat, and she wraps her legs around him, and her arms hang over his shoulders.
He looks over at me with a smile full of love.
“We can finish this later?” Liam asks me, nodding to the dishes.
I turn off the water. “Yeah, we can finish after she goes to bed. Let’s go get your bath done, baby.”
We walk out of the kitchen and down the hall toward the bathroom.
Liam leans in and loudly sniffs Sera. “Smells like someone definitely needs a bath.”
She laughs and tightens her hold around his neck. “Bubbles?” She looks at me hopefully from over his shoulder.
“Yes, you can have bubbles.”
When we get to the bathroom, he sets her down.
“I’m going to let Mommy get you in the bath, and how about I go grab some pajamas for you?”
She looks up at him and nods. “My pink footballs.”
He looks at me for confirmation and direction.
“The set should be together in the middle drawer of her dresser.”
“Got it. I’ll be right back.” He ruffles her hair and walks out.
Just as I set her in the tub full of bubbles and kneel next to the tub, he walks back in with the pajamas.
“These the right ones?” He holds them up.
“Yes!” She claps.
“I wasn’t sure about what she wears under.” He looks at me and shrugs.
“We’re starting potty training and she’s doing really good, aren’t you?” I brush her sudsy hair back.
“I go’d on potty.”
“That’s amazing!” He holds out a hand for a high five, and she smacks her hand against his.
“At night, she wears a diaper or Pull-Up. I’ll go get one.” I stand. “You good?”
“Yep, I got her.”
