First nice, warm sunny day of spring, and so I put you in a cute lil skirt. Not two steps out the door and you biff it hard and scrape up your knees. But hey, what is childhood without scraped up knees.
You two play a game where daddy wraps you up in some contortion and then just holds you there while you try to escape. And you almost always do, even when it takes a lot of wriggling and giggling. Not sure what your dad is training you for.
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