Every Tuesday and Thursday morning at exactly 6:45, Lily rushes to the front door to greet Papa. They bond over a big breakfast, they read, Papa watches Lily's many performances, they take Gymboree classes and they run lab experiments. When I get home at lunch time, they both have a ton of dirt behind their fingernails, they are giddy, wiped out and covered in stickers.
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This is so darling it hurts.
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