Okay, so she's not a "subject." She's my niece. My favorite blond-haired, blue-eyed, two-year-old niece. (I have to make that distinction because a, all my nieces are my favorite and b, they all have blond hair and blue eyes. My nephews have weird brown/green David Bowie eyes. It's kinda creepy.)But I digress. Again.
This is M. Isn't she gorgeous? I'm not sure what I love more. The precious blue eyes, the sandy mouth (stuck there by a wonderful combination of marshmallows and boogers) or The Tongue, which I swear has a life of it's own. This little girl is so freakin' cute.
Unfortunately, she doesn't know my name. She calls me Justice. She also calls my sister and my mother Justice. It's not fair. I love her more than they do! Maybe she's still pissed over the whole putting-her-to-bed fiasco. I'll be making up for that for the rest of my life.
Or at least until the next time I give her ice cream. She loves me when I give her ice cream, but... who wouldn't?
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