Ellie just came toddling out of her room.
Cup in one hand, tucked tightly against the side of her chest.
Hair discheveled, in her face.
Stagering down the hall with obvious concern.
A bad dream?
Daddy can fix it.
Mommy can fix it.
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
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