Jemma stumbled out of her room, still groggy with sleep, and instantly demanded, "Me, too!" So I pulled out a chair, helped her climb up, tried to tame her crazy nap hair, and asked her for whom she'd like to make a card. "Baby Charlie," she replied. She colored and fought Annie for some flower stickers until she deemed it "done." Then I asked her what she wanted to write. She dictated:
"Dear Baby Charlie,
Sanks. I love him. I like his paci. Love, Jemma."
She helped me write the J. Then we took a bike ride around the block, Annie flying ahead with her hot pink helmet askew.
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