So I was putting Miss Molly to bed tonight (and she was fighting it, as usual). She hunkered down in bed, pulled the blankets up around her and snuggled in close to me.
She looked at me and said in 'fake sweet voice': "You're snuggley, Mama."
I snuggled in closer.
"But not as snuggley as Dada, because him is hairy."
heh
Hairy daddy = better snuggles.
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lol She's the opposite of my kids: they complain daddy is too prickly! ;)
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