Wednesday night is Daddy-Darcy night.
Tonight we were in the basement and Darcy was about to climb onto a couch. I said, "Darcy, come give Daddy a hug." She stopped what she was doing, walked clear across the basement and gave me a hug. Then I said, "And a kiss?" Smack! She planted it right on my cheek.
Although, I do wish she'd stop eating the stuffing from the couch.
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Too cute!!! As for the couch stuffing, maybe she's on to a good thing? Have you tried it?
Poop - 18 or 19 with a boy? No, at 18 she'll be six years into her 18 year sentence in the basement.
Stef - She chews it, then makes a "Why did you let me put this in my mouth?" face and spits it out.
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