wishing-to-be-blue-like-daddy:

“Dadda! Look look! I put Stella der! She’s a baby!”

[Blinks at the sight for a moment] … So I see. [At least the dog seems okay with it. And it’s better than Gail trying to heft her actual baby brother into the swing. Smiles as he gets an idea.] But Stella’s not a baby, sweetie. She’s a big-girl dog. I don’t think she wants to ride in the baby swing.