Saturday, June 09, 2007
Nighty-night!
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Which brings us to a lovely weekly situation: we must say goodby to each other.
I just heard Kootch's door open. She was obviously sitting on the potty as I placed myself at the door to her room. I waited, looking into an empty room. The toilet flushed. The hair on my neck stood up as she walked up behind me. I have forgot what she said, but she was laughing. My impression was that she was making a joke at my expense.
Nighty-night. Sleep tight.
