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Protecting His Interests

He high-tailed it around the blanket we were having lunch on, and squeezed his behind in between his sister and me.  I’d thought  for a moment he was playing Duck Duck Goose–alone.  Or just completely happy.  Which he might’ve been. 

He was still cradling the last of his turkey sandwich precariously on two fingers and putting his head on and off his sister’s shoulder, when I asked, “did you just want to sit by sissy?” 

“Nope,” he answered, grinning and shaking his head.  “I just wanted to sit by the chips.”


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