Many of you know how much I twiddle my hair and how much I love for other people to do it for me. Since the beginning, Luke has always had a fascination with twiddling my hair while he takes his bottle. It's sweet until he pulls the one hair that's rooted in a most sensitive spot, then I cringe in pain and gently say "ouch" so he lets go. I still love to have my hair twiddled...even when it hurts.
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It must be an Emert thing b/c your nephew does it ALL the time to me.
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