Fannery

This morning we were all in bed. Milo was fully dressed as usual (pre 8 AM) and he was being extra sweet to Willa. Rubbing her head, giving her the nanny, getting a burp cloth ("No, my turn get it.") and laying on a "mommy's pillow" and sharing Willa's blankie. Daddy was folding clothes.

"Fannery," he said.
"Flannery?"
"No, whole fannery."
"Finley?"
"No." (Insert laugh where Milo thinks mommy is so silly that she can't figure out what he's saying.)
Ohhh, "family!"
"Yes, the whole fannery."