Tonight my daughter, who is now seven and in first grade, went to the school carnival with her biological dad. He bought her cotton candy, which he jokingly told her was a new pet named 'Fluffy'.
"And now I'm devouring his flesh," she said.
I don't think I really need to add anything to that, other than to say, that's my little girl.
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It makes you feel like you're doing something right as a parent.
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