Last night my Tink was sitting on my lap. She was lovingly stroking my hair. She said, "Your hair is black." I said, "Yes it is." Tink said, "Black like my dog Desmond's hair." At this point the happiness bubble floating over my head started dropping. Tink said, "Your hair is very soft. Just like my dog Desmond's."
I have brown eyes like Dora. My hair reminds her of her dog's. This is what it is like to be loved by Tink.
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2 comments:
i laughed so hard at this for some reason
Me too Munchkin. She really meant it as a compliment.
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