For our nighttime snuggles, Polly likes to play a game called "Instruction." Put simply, the instructions are for her to try to touch my chin with her hand and me to try to bat her hand away. She always ends up winning. Last night after she won, she said triumphantly:
"I won and you lost, Mama! So I get to go to Africa and you have to go to Charleston!"
Sorry, Charleston, land of the losers.
Although she did soften the blow by saying, "You won the losing game, Mommy, and I won the winning game."
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