But in a good way. It kind of feels like you are hit by a truck full-o-love when you are playing with Petra and she looks up and says "So happy!" And she is such a happy little girl! And then parents go and screw things up. Petra woke this morning crying out "Daddy, Daddy!" When I went to her she said "Trucks!" (she could here the garbage trucks going down the street), then "Run over you!" (she still says "you" instead of "me"). Poor thing, I must have freaked her out about getting run over by trucks! She couldn't just love garbage trucks, no, Daddy had to go make them something scary again. Sigh, poor little girl!
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