Miss Independent

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A few minutes ago, Petals and I were digging through a basket in her room, hunting for a washcloth and towel. A few seconds later, she bolted out of the room; I dug up a cloth and hurried after her.

What I saw next made me call for my husband – for there was my daughter, leaning over to get her hands into the running water. She was standing next to the tub, fully clothed, with a pair of rolled up socks in hand. She was dunking the socks into the stream of warm water, shaking out the excess, and rubbing the socks back and forth across her face, arms, and hair. “Wash?” she asked uncertainly.

Wash indeed.

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Posted on September 25, 2012, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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