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The Little Imp

This little kid stops by my client’s office in CowTown about once a week.  Uber-adorable, uber heavenly smelling (baby smell), and I just love to squeeze her.   Even if she mostly ignores me as she goes about her busy-body business of sowing mischief around the place.   Her antics are hilarious.  You need to decipher what she’s up to as she can’t really talk yet.  I mean, not in full sentences.  Still rolls the consonants all wrong.  Here she is intently studying these handmade pieces of art (she broke one later), —

the-imp-with-dolls

and when she noticed the camera trained on her, she hid like this — (you can see her eyes peeking) :

peeking

WHAT TO DO if you were faced with such impish cuteness?

Children are the living messages we send to a time we will not see.  ~John W. Whitehead, The Stealing of America, 1983
 

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