Malosi’s Doll

So every time, yes every time, Malosi gets out of the bath she sprints through our tiny apartment naked. One of her usual stops is at the side of my bed where she belts a exclamatory, “Heeeyyyyy!” and then scurries off to continue her nightly streak.

A few nights ago I had Rance on my chest when she rounded the corner of the bed. She stopped abruptly, dawned the sobriety of a Southern Baptist Preacher, and slowly walked away. A few moments later she ran back to the bed side, hurled her new doll at me, yelled “baby!”, and ran off.


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