11.5.06
Emma is very dainty
Here, she carefully chooses the exactly right grape.
Another example of her daintiness? On a trip to the nearby beach, she recoiled at the feeling of sand on her feet and picked the sand from between her toes, grain by grain.
"Awww, Emma, are you dainty like your Mama?" I asked her.
"No," she said, "I'd dainty like my Dadddy."
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