As much as I try to deny it, Elina is very much like her father. The other day Lina and Mason were playing and they both laughed a big ole’ belly laugh. Except for the pitch, it was the same exact laugh. She has his feet, his height, his dimples, his eyes and even his cowlick.
Not that long ago, she climbed up onto the foot rest at my parents house and started chugging her milk. My sister was sitting nearby on the floor and asked Lina for a kiss. Lina held up one finger as if to say just a minute and continued to chug her milk. When she stopped to take a breath, she gave her aunt a kiss and then resumed drinking. At least she has my sass.
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