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Sophie latched onto him like a leech, crawling over into his arms again with a little help from my hands. She was giggling almost incontrollably, squirming to hug tightly to Skinny. "Okay!" she agreed brightly. "But make it so there's a big splash. Daddy says that will scare away the fishes. I don't like it when they're swimming around me. They bite."

"They do not bite," I patiently remind her. "That's just your father trying to be cute." Liebgott has taken to that little game. With me, too.