Fan Club

This morning at breakfast, Sissy, Daddy, and I told stories of baby Piper.

We told her how she liked to sit in a doll stroller and make us push her in endless loops around our house in Illinois. If we stopped, she’d simply point her finger in the direction she wanted to go and grunt. We obeyed.

We told that she did the Ting-A-Ling Silly Circus clown dance 4 million times. One of our hands was the buzzer she had to hit to do her silly dance again.

We told her that she didn’t talk much because the three of us were there to anticipate her every need. Why speak with this kind of service?

“We’re your biggest fans, Piper. The three of us adore you,” I said.

“Make that four,” Piper said, “I am a big fan of mine, too”

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