“Awdennnnnnn! Awden Chawlotte!” Henry calls from the living room.
“No, Henry, don’t call me!” she replies indignantly.
He persists.
“Awwwwwden! Awden Chawlotte what you doing?”
She caves.
“What’s Henry doin?” she asks me.
“I don’t know,” I say. “You better find out!”
She tears off toward the living room and soon I hear the thunder of a game of chase. The floor shakes under my toes as I wash dishes in soapy water, and as the rumble of four feet fly by and exhilarated giggling fills the house, I wonder if anything will ever make me as happy as this.
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