One of my favorite moments is when I walk into my daughter's house and T comes running up to me, squealing "Bubb-EEE", and throws her arms around my knees.
The other day when I'd been there for a half hour or so, the cleaning lady was leaving. She said, "Bye, Tova!" T ran over to her and threw her arms around the cleaning lady's knees.
Now I'm feeling a little less special.
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