Olivia has a new obsession of late. See below.
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Bec: “Let’s try really hard to have a good morning. No screaming, no crying, no fits.”
Olivia: “And no poking each other in the eyeballs.”
Bec: “Right, especially that . . .”
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Bec: “I love your cute little nose, and I love your your scraped knees and I love the dimples where your knuckles should be.”
Olivia, prying her eyelids as wide as they will go (which is surprisingly, and somewhat alarmingly, wide): “Do you love . . . MY EYEBALLS?!”