Evie's love for Moo-Cow is at immeasureable levels.
Last night, while giving her a bath, she glanced out the tub and around the wall. Part of Moo-Cow was visable. Crumpled on the floor in a mix of the day's clothes. He sat there. Waiting. Waiting for her to once again hold him. The thought of this turned her into an immediate wreck and she was inconsolable. Tears and everything. She wanted him in the tub with her.
We quickly exited the tub (I had just begun sudsing up her hair and had to dump cupfuls of water on her head to hasten the pace).
I threw a towel on her and gave her Moo-Cow while she was still wet.
*sniffle* Sniffle* *sigh* Calm...
Wow.
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