Violet started "measuring" me with her fork. She measured my arm with it and declared that it was thirty pounds.
She measures my eyes and my other arm. When she went to measure my cheek, I made a silly face at her. "Don't make faces, please," she said.
"But I like to," I said.
"Well, like to keep you face like that instead." I appreciate her lateral mind sometimes.
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