Aww

Didi, the old mutt, lies on the kitchen floor. Absently I stroke her belly with my foot.

19-month-old CJ runs over and, imitating me, starts KICKING Didi in the belly.

“No no,” I crouch and guide her hand. “Be gentle. Pet.”

CJ strokes Didi’s belly. “Didi pet.”

“That’s right.”

She reaches up and strokes my arm. “Dada pet.”

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