This story takes place in October of 2007 (Emily is 3 1/2 yrs)
Emily had a bad cold and woke up at 4:00 a.m. with a terrible cough. I tried everything. I gave her cold medicine... water... one of those sore throat lollipops... nothing. Finally I chopped up a popsicle for her and put it in a bowl. Here is how the events went:
chomp. chomp. chomp.
Big smile head wiggle.
"Daddy I Love You"
chomp. chomp. chomp.
"Daddy I Love Everybody"
When that magical day comes when I have to give her away... I will tell my future son-in-law "when ever you get in serious trouble.... Give her a popsicle."
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