“Matty?” Willow pats his shoulder as he leans on the countertop, holding her to his hip. “Yeah, baby?” “Why you yove Auntie Yane’s toys?” I choke on air. Matt turns to me and then to Chloe, who is suddenly occupied with the wood stain on the table and the feel of it under her hand. Her lips twitching to laugh gives us away, though. “Is that what you’ve heard?” he asks Willow, grinning ear to ear. “Yup! You pyay with her toys and you yove them.” “Oh my god,” I mutter under my breath. Matt fights a laugh so hard I think his jaw might snap. “Well, she’s got great toys. Probably the best toys I’ve
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