Playing our nightly game of Mario Kart.
Bradley: George, I love hanging out with you.
George: Oh, I love hanging out with you too! Not that much, but...
Solid burn, George.
Sofia wakes due to a wet bum. Bradley goes into change her, and is smiling when he returns to the front room.
Bradley: While I was changing her, I farted, and she farted back at me! Just a little, "POOT!" It was the cutest thing I've ever experienced.
I was dying. I love this man!
Bradley snuggles up to me in bed as we're getting ready to go to sleep. In the process, he grabs my forearm, which is currently covered in eczema.
Heather: Ouch, don't. Your hand is too hot, it burns my eczema.
Bradley: ...what if you were bit by a radioactive snail and so the salt from my sweat is what's burning your skin?
Cue a long discussion about the drawbacks Snail Girl would experience, like having to basically eat antiperspirant so she wouldn't sweat, and dealing with a hostage situation on the Great Salt Lake. Worst power ever.
The girls have been asleep for a while. Sofia starts making noise over the monitor. I go in to check on her.
Sofia [sees Heather]: Sowwy, Sowwy.
Heather: It's okay, do you need a drink?
Sofia: Want to have. [Hands Heather her bottle.]
She was so polite and quiet, we were dying!