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A "sprite" story

Yesterday, my littlest sprite came over with a box in her arms. Her much loved g'pa trailed behind, clearly there for support. I knew whatever was going on was important.

I opened the door, asked her to come in. Nope, she just wanted to give me the box with some of her 'baby toys' (her words), because she didn't want her baby toys anymore.

In the box were a bunch of her plastic Little Pets toys, much altered by glitter and nail polish, other small animals, and SQUISHY! That little stuffed pink poodle went everywhere with her for two years, she brought her over for an overnight stay with me last summer (remember?).

I took the box, she was so solemn....it was clearly a momentous decision on her part and one that she was not totally sure about.

I told her that I would store the box in a safe place so that she could look at everything whenever she wanted. But I said that I'd put Squishy on my bookshelf in the living room so that she (Squishy is a girl) could watch everything going on.

"Will she sleep with you?"

Oh my, those big sad eyes...tears were leaking from everybody! Even now, I'm dabbing my eyes.

I'm expecting her and her sister to ask for a sleepover tonight. Squishy will oversee the cookie baking, as usual.


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