During a recent conversation, as I was applying neosporin to what seemed like Julia’s entire body:
“Boy, Julia, you’re covered in bug bites.”
“What kind of bug made the bites, Daddy?”
“Probably mosquitoes. They looooove sweet little girls. They can’t get enough of sweet little girls to chew on.”
Pregnant pause.
“Boy, I’m in big trouble.”
(Picture from Julia’s recent preschool graduation. Kindergarten this fall. Too fast.)



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