It was just after Norah had finished eating her lunch. She ran over to Henry's swing, stopping it with her little potbelly. First, Henry looked at her and smiled.... afterall, this boy loves his big sis. Then, he realized she was giving him a smug look like she wanted him to get out of HIS OWN swing so she could let her sing-a-ma-jig have a turn. No way, Henry said in the form of his very own "stink-eye," which he clearly inherited from me. Pretty soon, both kids were screaming at each other and from the sound of it, Henry's death scream won the battle. Norah would end up pushing her pink sing-a-ma-jig around in her doll stroller and Henry would enjoy a relaxing nap in his swing.
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