The next morning, Stella hopped off the bed and trotted to the living room. “Outside,” she said. Jake and I were still tucked in bed, not quite ready to get up yet. “Stella come,” Jake said. It was quiet for about ten seconds. “Stella bye,” she said. Jake and I laughed. “Christina can you take her?” he asked. It was quiet again. “Jake,” Stella said. I burst into laughter. “She called you out! You have to go take her outside.”
