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Sunday, March 01, 2009

Who made me?

The children jump onto our bed this morning. Ruth asks a something I don’t know how to answer.

“Who made this?” Ruth eyes flicker with curiosity while her hand was playing with hairs on my stomach. Wife distracts her by asking another.

“Do you want to have this on your stomach?”

“No!”

Next time, remind me to cover those.

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