Sunday, February 13, 2011

Twenty-teen

She climbed into my lap this morning because my hands were warm and her feet felt cold. So I covered her tiny feet and she settled into me. Love.

"Do you want socks?" I asked.

"No. They make my feet sweaty."

Sesame Street discussing the number of the day: 15.

"Fifteen," she said. "One, five."

"Yes," I answer.

"Twenty-teen," she said.

"Twenty-teen?"

"That one's a lot."

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