Da-da-da-da-da, daaad, dat, da, da She scurries across the floor, using my name as a kind of catch-all description of her current feelings: happily and busily moving from toy to toy, smiling wide whenever she catches my eye. Which I don’t necessarily want. If I pay her too much attention, she might come over here. Continue reading “Da-Da-Da”
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