Friday, September 21, 2007

Twisted Compliments

I was sitting on a sofa in the living-room, working on a story when Baby walked up to me and hugged me.

“I love you so much. I love you because you’re you, and because you take such good care of me, and you raised me so well,” she said.

I turned, pecked a kiss on the forehead. “Really? You feel all that about me?”
“No,” she said, straightfaced. “I was just practicing giving compliments. It’s a good one, don’t you think?”

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