"Sorry, honey, I forgot to dry them but... maybe you could wear me instead."
Violet's eyes went ride. "Whaaat?"
Helen shrughed. "Sure. I can drop Jack-Jack off at the babysitters and then you can wear me to school. It'll be like a mother-daughter bonding thing. And you can show me this boy you like. What's his name? Tony Ridinger? What do you say? I promise you I breath like no clothes you've ever worn before," she joked.
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