Me and B are in the kitchen. She is moving letters on the fridge into some pattern. I am putting the left over "fried rice" I made for my lunch into a container.
Mommy: (opening the fridge door) Excuse me.
A letter "M" falls to the floor.
B: Be Car-ful, Mommy!
M: Oh, I am sorry.
B: You are okay, Mommy.
I smile.
B: Mommy, Kiss. (holding the letter "m" out)
No I didn't kiss the letter. I am on to her trick...She obviously needed hugs and kisses.
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