This afternoon, as I prepared a sandwich, the child walks into the kitchen:
K: I'm going to go play with my belly button!
E: o_O
Turned, walked to the comfy chair and did just that.
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First, I'm not a truck. Second, I'm one of those dads. The kind of dad that can never shut up about their kid. In my defense, I'm not usually bragging about how smart she is or how cute she is or how magically wonderful she is at making everyday a joy and that just by being around her makes one's soul glow and that this kind of elation can change all and usher an era peace never seen before. Although true, I'm usually describing something funny that she has done. Now I'm gonna blog about it.
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