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Being three years old is magical. If you dress up like Tinkle Bell... you ARE Tinkle Bell. As I tucked her in last night, she looked at me with such a sad face and said, "I am not Tinkle Bell any mow." I reminded her that she still had painted fingernails... and I could still see some fairy dust in her hair. My baby smiled at me, rolled over and sleepily said, "Oh. Well, I'm still Tinkle Bell when I sleep then." That you are, Sis. Magic. |
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