This morning I walked in on Emma in the living room, cradling her doll Charleete and crooning quietly in her ear, "Just you wait and see, just you wait and see, soon we'll be together, like a fam-i-ly." (Did she make this song up? Is it a song from school? Who knows...but anyway, I digress.)
She explained that she was singing Charleete to sleep and asked me to be quiet. I started to tiptoe out of the room, but I tripped on the TV trays and knocked one down. Em just glared at me as I apologized. Then she leaned in and whispered to her baby, "That's your grandma. We love her, even when she's noisy."
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