This morning I went to work for a little visit/coffee/sanity break under the guise that I had to drop something off there. It was great to catch up with everyone. So this evening, Jorja asks me how my visit was with my friends today. Good, I say. "Did you ask them what kind of apples are their favourite?" she asks. Hmmm, no that totally slipped my mind.
This evening, after her bath, I was getting Ginny dressed. Sometimes after her diaper is on, and her bottoms are started, I get her to stand up on my knees while I pull them up. I always tell her to hold on to my head. Today, she looked at the top of my head, kind of stroked the side, and said, "You have such beautiful hair." I haven't heard that since the '80's. Later
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