[Carolina notices that slight slip of bacon to their son and barely resists glaring. She does, however, shoot York a sour look. Bacon isn't good for babies, okay.
Still, she does nod at the question.] Then we'll go to the pool after.
[To which Jack joyfully scarfs down that bacon.] Pool! Pool! Pool!
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Still, she does nod at the question.] Then we'll go to the pool after.
[To which Jack joyfully scarfs down that bacon.] Pool! Pool! Pool!