Monday, August 13, 2007
2 going on 20
Emerson and I were engaged in a massive, three-hour play session that had somehow devolved into just running from room-to-room and shrieking. Don't ask me to explain it, but it was fun at the time. Finally I caught her and tickled her until she couldn't take it anymore.
She slumped, gasping for breath, over the coffee table, while I giggled from the couch.
"Yoo killeend me, mama!" she gasped. "Yoo killeend me!"
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