She’s sitting in my lap

playing with my Domo necklace

Drooling peanut butter onto my sleeve

Little panting sounds, clink, clink, crunch

She’s teething, “Hmm, Hmm, Abai,” she laughs, jingle jingle.

She smells like her lunch.

She laughs when I imitate her gurgle, static, transistor radio sounds.

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