She lays there, sweetly singing a lullaby to her baby doll, while he plays contentedly with a block not far away. He looks up, and sees those long curly locks spread out on the floor and he knows the moment has come. In two stealth, silent, barrel rolls he reaches forward and grabs two fistfuls of those curls.
Screaming ensues, and as I round the corner, he has successfully pinned her to floor by her hair and he...well, he looks up with the biggest smile I have seen yet. He laughs, I laugh, Rose Marie does not laugh. He has waited for this moment for his whole 7 months, and he was basking in his glory. Let the games begin!
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I love this post!! :) And I love your sense of humor more. ;)
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