The other night as I was drying Risa off after her bath, I said, "Hey—finish this sentence: 'Having a bath is like...'"
She answered without hesitation. "True love," she said, all swoony.
"Really? How is taking a bath like true love?" I was disappointed, I'll admit. I thought she was just talking to talk, just repeating the phrase "true love" because it's so often a part of the stories she plays out with her sisters.
"Because when your mom or dad give you a bath, you are cared for."
Duh.
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And because he asked so nice, I declare my cousuncle Paqui the new shortstop on my kickball team.
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