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At around the age of two, I'd abandoned the thought of figuring out how to keep Sophie from sprinting away. Usually, she liked to lay claim to something. Other than building locked cabinets, that was about the only thing we learned and besides that, I tend to carry her more. "Now remember, kiddo, no stealing Uncle Skinny's things," I lecture as we stand by his door and I shift her in my arms, letting her play with my hair and idly agree.

"Skinny, you ready yet?" I call out, shifting the bag of things in my other arm while tugging on the ruffles of Soph's swimsuit.

"Uncle Skinny!" Sophie whines in addition. "Hurry up!"

"She'll mutiny. I believe her," I warn teasingly.

"What's mut'ny?" Sophie whispers against my ear and I busy myself fixing her hair (gaining control as she grows, some of Joe's consistency and style in the strands), whispering back the definition to her.

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He lifts both eyebrows and glances at Web.

"Do turtles give good rides? Hey, since when am I a turtle?"

He's playing, of course, but he might be gearing up for another toss, is all we're saying.

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Sophie has begun to poke at his midsection furiously, fingers grabbing and holding tight. "Or dolphin! Or whale! Or something that gives me rides," she said stubbornly. "Or I'll scream!"

"No you will not," I sternly reprimand, a glare her way.

"...or not, Daddy."