::One hundred and twenty-five:: Playing dress up with the boys who live across the hall. On slow afternoons, we just open up both apartment doors and the kids run between houses, always dressed as doctors, fire fighters, and builders.
::One hundred and twenty-six:: Every evening, when we should be getting ready for bed, she's trying to sneak a few last smiles from her brother.
::One hundred and twenty-seven:: Brusing teeth. I can do it BY MY OWN, she says.
::One hundred and twenty-eight:: Writing a letter, in her imagination.
::One hundred and twenty-nine:: Hugo M. Bear kinda wants to swim? He definitely wants to hang out with the big kids, but that water is awfully cold, so, question mark?
::One hundred and thirty:: The two o'clock nap is always great for a moody photo op.
::One hundred and thirty-one:: Reluctantly posing in the unreasonably poofy pink skirt she talked me into buying for her. Ha.
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