Last night, after Ellie had been put to bed, I heard her crying. It was the "I'm distressed" cry, so I went to her room to make sure she was okay.
I found her at the doorway of her room, with a pink receiving blanket over her head (like a shawl), and her lower lip puckered out. She looked so pathetic, I had no choice but to pick her up. It did not go unnoticed, however, that as soon as I reached out to pick her up she broke out in a big grin. She didn't lose her yentl scarf though. She held on tight to that.
She is so funny.
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