It is the end of a long Fourth of July weekend where I have reclined feet-up in darvocet decadence for days. Miss America is talking to her mom at the other end of the sofa. The kid is so adorable that when she opens her mouth, I must stir from my stupor and pay attention. It's as if her mere presence in the same room with me activates my seratonin valves and I get a nice little surge of happiness. Such is the power of a cherubic five-year-old.
Miss America leans over the couch arm toward her mother, her energy level at 9:00 pm still barely containable: "I had a great time, Mom."
TG pets Miss America’s hair and smiles at her daughter adoringly: "You got all your promises today, didn’t you?"
Miss America lavishes praise in her very small voice: "Yup, my dad promised me Chuck E. Cheese and he did it, and you promised to paint my fingernails and you did it!"
Miss America then glances over at me and smiles. "And Nana promised nothing. And she did it!"
Aaawww. Wait. What?
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