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“Oh… Sorry, Mommy. Don’t be mad please,” she gives me her puppy dog eyes.

I just smile and shake my head. “I’m not mad baby. I’m glad you like your dinner. Have you thought about what you want to try to conjure next?”

“Hmm. How ‘bout a new outfit for my Abby doll. Like what Chloe’s mommy made?” she suggests.

“That’s a great idea! I know there were so many outfits it was hard for you to choose. Do you remember one that you really liked that you didn’t get? Or do you wanna just design one yourself?” I ask.

“I think I’ll design it myself. That way it’s just mine.” she asserts.

I chuckle, “Well, finish your dinner and you can keep thinking about your design.”

“So, does Violet know anything about what we were talking about earlier?” Quinn asks me while we eat.

I look up at her with wide eyes and she laughs at me. “Not like that ya noodle head.”

“What did you just call me?” I sputter.

“Well, there are little ears so I had to tone down my name calling,” she says defensively and sticks her tongue out at me. I just laugh at her and shake my head.

“Yes, Quinn, she knows I’m dating all of the guys,” I tell her.

She turns and looks at Violet. “And how do you feel about that little miss?”

Violet giggles, “It’s okay with me. I like them all, they’re all nice and good cooks. Plus, Nate made me an epic playhouse,” she declares.

Quinn and I laugh at that. “Where did you learn that? Epic,” I chuckle again. The things this kid says I swear.

She rolls her eyes and huffs at me, “In my head Mommy.”

“Well okay then.” I side eye Quinn. “It is an epic playhouse though.” I agree with a shrug.

“Yeah, it is. You should have Nate make you a playhouse,” she tells me suggestively.

“That’d be so cool Mommy! But where would he put it?” Violet wonders out loud.

“I don’t know honey. I’ll have to ask him. We used to have our own clubhouse when we were younger, maybe he can just update it to be a better playhouse for us. What do you think?”

“That’s a good idea, Mommy. Recycle and reuse!” she giggles.

We finish our dinner and clean up the dishes. Like always I’ve made too much, so we have some for later when we get hungry again. I suggest we go back to the living room and get comfortable on the couch to continue our conjuring practice.

“Alright Bug. Let’s see whatcha got,” I encourage her.

She nods her head, and takes a deep breath. She closes her eyes this time and I can see a frown of concentration on her forehead. Quinn and I watch her with matching looks of pride and admiration. This kid amazes me every day. Her pink magic covers her lap as she focuses on her creation. It disperses to reveal a perfectly made outfit for her doll. She did it again!

She opens her eyes, and looks down at what she just made with her magic with a huge smile on her face. “You were right, Mommy, it’s so easy! It just gets easier every time I do it,” she giggles.

I smile at her and reach my hand out. She hands me her new outfit and I examine it. It’s so cute. It’s a shirt with a pair of rainbow striped pants. The shirt has her new unicorn on it, and it says ‘I’m magical, Unicorns are magical. I am a Unicorn’. It’s the most Violet thing I’ve ever seen. I hand it back to her and praise her for the amazing job she did with it.

While Quinn is admiring Violet’s newest creation, I decide she needs a matching outfit and conjure the same outfit in Violet’s size. Once my magic dissipates and Violet sees what I made, she gasps and jumps on me.

“Oh, thank you, Mommy! I love it! Now Abby and I can match!” she cheers as she hugs me.

“You’re welcome, baby. It was just a very Violet thing to say, you had to have your own shirt with that saying on it,” I chuckle.

She sits back down in her seat and I ask her what she wants to try next.

After thinking for a while, she gets this glint in her eye and bounces up and down. “I know! Unicorn poop cookies!” I just laugh and shake my head.

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