As I was putting Ellie to bed tonight, she kept insisting she had something say. "I'm not done talking, Daddy." She actually kept coming up with something coherent to say each time, either recounting an event from the past few days or asking me a good solid "why" question. "Why do you go to work, Daddy?" "Why does mommy go to Mary Kay?"
It was really hard to leave.
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