I'm posting from daddy's computer/account tonight. We were hanging out and having fun in the mirror when you did something new. Instead of just smiling and laughing, you reached out to try to touch the reflection. When you felt the glass, it seemed to confuse you, so you kept banging on it, trying to figure out why you weren't feeling my sweatshirt, even though that is what you were "touching." One more day until the weekend. Yay!
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