Lyra is lying on her back on the couch. I bend over her, attempting to babble in her secret language. She reaches up to grab my tee shirt. Her tiny fingers bunch the white fabric. They grab my nipple, underneath. She squeezes and twists.
She squeals at her amazing accomplishment. My eyes brim from the pain.
I peel off her kung fu grip and collapse n the floor, laughing.
My three-month-old daughter has just given me a tittie twister. We’re in for a fun life together.
(Cross-posted at NabloPoMo.)
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