We FaceTime every night so kids can talk to whoever parent they're not with.
I left pumpkin at the table with the phone bc we'd been playing outside "with daddy" and she was hot and ready for her promised frozen treat. She chose a not popsicle....a Johnny Pop, basically an ice cream bar with fruit in it.
I came back to the table after just a minute or two and she'd been trying to explain what she was eating, getting frustrated that he was calling it a popsicle, maybe just feeling like she didn't have the right words idk. But she's 3. It's wildly different from a popsicle to her. He was either trying to tell her that anything on a stick can be be called a popsicle or he was trying to be silly but I didn't catch that. I just tried helping her explain it and still didn't hear sarcasm when he said "oh so it's a frozen fruity treat on a stick but not a popsicle?" I said, "exactly, more like a yogurt bar." He hung up.
I can't even see straight. I'm not sure why that warrants a hang up don't answer our return calls. Felt really sorry for pumpkin who just wanted her dad.
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