Hold my hand Mommy, the plane makes such a LOUD sound!
Hold my hand Mommy, I'm afraid I'll fall down.
Hold my hand Mommy, later the water will go 'glug glug glug'
She tells me as I drain the water off from the bathtub.
Hold my hand Mommy, follow me I'll show you something.
Look! I made a sandwich! (Then shows me a plate of nothing.)
Smell the flowers! She tells me. Then thrusts me plastic daisies.
I pretend to sniff and then she asks me why I didn't sneeze. (Ah, ah, Ahchooo!)
My little chatty lady, so full of imagination.
My precocious, precious, witty child, you have my full adoration.
When I ask her if she loves me, she'll pretend to give some serious thoughts.
Yes, she answers. How much? I ask.
A lot, a lot, a lot.
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