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Two months ago, under similar circumstances–her spending a couple of nights with cousins–the symptoms were the same.

The moment our daughter appeared at the front door, our son couldn’t leave her alone.

He poked; he tugged; he danced; he hugged.

But mostly he overlapped right into her space…

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As if he couldn’t get close enough.

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When she said, “you can be the king and I’ll be the queen,” he was the first to return with blankets.

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And the first to do whatever she said…the rest of the night.

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