Suddenly I saw her scurry through the kitchen door like a girl on a mission. The two-year-old was a blur, darting from room to room, making her way toward the back of the house, her ponytail bouncing wildly behind her. As she scurried about, I caught a glimpse of a mysterious colorful mass in her arms....

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June 16, 2014

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