- Lydia Stilinski..* I think we need to get All-y a crown.

Nah. I've changed my mind. She's my queen. She's getting a crown. Tiaras are for princesses. Like you. *He reaches out, - Lydia Stilinski.

- patting the top of Lydia Stilinski.'s head and shooting her a small, innocent smile.*

So what? Allison can be a queen. Wether you like it or not, my jealous little strawberry blonde. *He says sarcastically, - Lydia Stilinski.

- running a hand through Allison's hair.* You're my queen, baby girl. Lydia Stilinski.

Ooh! We can watch Star Wars, All-y. Then you can dress up as a little Ewok. N'aw. *He presses a kiss to Allison's forehead - Lydia Stilinski.

- before nuzzling his nose against her own.* Lydia Stilinski.

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You just confessed that our daughter would look adorable dressed up as an Ewok. You confuse me sometimes. And for your - Lydia Stilinski.

- information, you love this 'nerd'. *He arches both his eyebrows, shooting Lydia Stilinski. a cute, boyish smile.*

You don't want to dress our adorable daughter up as an Ewok. Which you mentioned was cute in a weird kind of way. So, why - Lydia Stilinski.

- can't we dress her up? That's what confuses me, smartass. Lydia Stilinski.

What's wrong with being nerdy? I'm a nerd, and you don't have a problem with me. Or do you? Am I too nerdy for your liking? - Lydia Stilinski.

- *He asks sarcastically with a snicker, pursing his lips together as he averts his gaze towards his lap.* Lydia Stilinski.

So, if you don't have a problem with my nerdiness, I guess I'm free to go on eBay and buy our daughter a cute little Ewok - Lydia Stilinski.

- costume, am I right? *Before Lydia Stilinski. could argue with him, he grabs his phone, flopping onto his back on the couch.* Sure.

Oops. Too late. *He shoots Lydia Stilinski. an oh-so-innocent smile as he tapped a button on his phone screen that supposedly read "buy" on -

- the eBay site.* What'd you need help with? All you gotta do is walk up the stairs. Lydia Stilinski.

You can't make me do anything, smarty pants. *He shoves his phone into the back pocket of his pants before skipping up the - Lydia Stilinski.

- stairs and stopping about halfway up them.* Come on. Lydia Stilinski.