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This daughter of mine…
Is tiny…they are all tiny…but this one is teeny tiny…minuscule…itty bitty…always has been…annual check ups for baby her…body size…17th percentile…head size…90th…poor little body needed time to catch up with all that brain power… Teenage Tiny Girl was always asked if she ate…to which she would respond with a resounding yes…and the rest of us…chuckling…making eye contact…throwing in maybe even an eye roll or two…agreed…for not only did she eat HER food…she was the master sampler…of everyone else’s… Didn’t matter what restaurant…or what was ordered…we’d hear those words…can I have a bite…is that good…meaning…can I have a bite…or that looks good…also meaning…can I have a bite… This seemed to annoy middle sister Smidge the most…as she enjoyed her food and wasn’t one to have lots to spare… So the volley would begin…when the food came…Teeny Tiny eating her morsels while pilfering off the other plates…like it’s a buffet…Smidge sometimes refusing with a huff…but always giving in… Because what’s family…if you can’t share…and for this mama…what’s mine is yours…as long as it’s not the last bite… But this old gal…and her last bite issues…is a whole nother story… And those daughters of mine…would more than agree…
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