"We're better," I protest softly, considering Sophie's only three and she's listening to each and every word with rapt attention (no doubt so she can repeat it later to Joe). "She doesn't know us as anything but her parents who love each other very much, okay?" And I don't want to shatter that fantasy for her.
Sophie clings on a bit tighter, reaching down for the bucket in my free hand and playing with it while we talk. "Boys are icky, anyway," she announces, sticking out her tongue.
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Date: 2009-03-03 04:06 pm (UTC)Sophie clings on a bit tighter, reaching down for the bucket in my free hand and playing with it while we talk. "Boys are icky, anyway," she announces, sticking out her tongue.