Squish Your Head
My daughter and I laid on the floor of her room the other day playing with her toys. When she was unwilling to let me play with some insignificant little toy, I of course was lunched into a lecture on the importance of sharing and the "Golden Rule."
As I rambled on about how to treat others and how important it is to put yourself in their shoes, I noticed her looking at me with an index finger and thumb in a pinching motion in front of her piercing blue eyes.
Finally ... it dawned on me.
Mid sentence I stopped and asked, "are you squishing my head?"
She giggled a little wickedness and continued to squish me.
Lesson over....

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