

Bradyn is my random one. It is amazing how she can be seriously contemplating the most random things at the most random time. I wish I could jump inside that mind of hers and follow the seven degrees of seperation. Tonight after the baths, Bradyn came in and said, "Do you remember when you called the tooth fairy and she said to you, 'Is it Bradyn's half birthday?' How did she know that it was my half birthday?" I looked at her, trying to take in the long question, compute it and then know how to lie convincingly. "I am not sure, Bradyn, they just know, I guess." "Wow," she said. "When I get older I want to become a tooth fairy."
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