Buggy was making a huge mess this morning with her little plastic dishes and crayons.
Me: Buggy, do you think we could put some of this away?
Buggy: *formulates a plan, walks over to me and starts rubbing the palms of her hands down my face* Mo-o-o-ommy... Mo-o-o-o-o-ommy... Can you hear me?
Me: Umm, yeah? What are you doing, freak?
Buggy: *starts
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