At dinner tonight, Evin and I were finally having a conversation while Kesiah was quietly peeling her clementine.
Mom: Have you ever read any of the original Winnie the Pooh stories?
Dad: Just the ones you have.
Mom: I remember in one...
Kesiah: (mumbling) Look at me mommy.
We turn to find that Kesiah has taken off her Winnie the Pooh sticker and stuck it over her mouth.
Kesiah: (still mumbling) It's my band aid. I hurt my lip.
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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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