This morning as I was leaving for work and saying goodbye to the Bean, begging for extra squeezes and more love, she asked for a "squeaky" (a kiss that makes a squeaking noise) on each of her cheeks.
And then she insisted that I love on Mimi, too. She wasn't satisfied with me giving Chris a hug goodbye, and demanded I kiss her, too. When we giggled and complied, she ordered more.
That's my girl, just spreading the love.
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