Yet, this little kid grew on me. Despite the fact that she christened me with smelly baby spit-up in the car on the way home after her baptism. This was in the day before regulation car seats. I held her all the way home, and it wasn't a short trip either!
She had otitis media as a toddler and we would laugh at her speech (we were really mean siblings) and would get hysterical when she would imitate our dad and shout "SHUT THE DAMN DOOWAH!
Years later, after I moved out of the house, she would latch onto my leg and beg me not to leave. I'd walk to the front door dragging her behind me.
|Jenni & her hubs Tom|
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