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Today, like many other days, found my two year old poking her head in my den and whispering loud enough for me to actually hear, “Me no bodder Daddy?” When she saw me smiling, she knew it was ok to actually bother me. Jumping into my arms, she yelled, “Pay rough, Daddy!” I obliged by tickling her until she got the hiccups and I told her that I needed to get back to work.
I thought how nice it is to work from home so that I could take little tickle breaks like that. It was then that I noticed Nicole’s quick story about her Sunday, er… quickie. This gave me a nostalgic smile, now that my quick breaks have drastically changed.
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