There's something about Floppy: she just loves her little sister. I don't always know what's running through her mind, but sometimes I'll be busy doing something or other, and suddenly I'll turn around, and she'll be playing some silly game with her sister, Floppy laughing and the baby giggling and gurgling. Floppy likes to 'carry' the baby; naturally they usually roll over in a heap. Chantal is rather large for a three-month-old, doesn't it seem?
A moment ago Floppy put the bandanna over her sister's head and hollered, "Hey mommy, look, Chantal is David! You can be Goliath!" (No thanks, says I... and where's the connection between my old bandanna and sling-wielding shepherd boy??)
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