Mere Reflections

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Baby Boy was on his belly looking at himself in Sissy’s wall of closet mirrors. I lay down next to him. He looked at me. He looked at “mirror me.” He got excited and laughed. He looked at me. He looked at “mirror me.” He got excited and laughed. He looked at me. He looked at “mirror me.” He got excited and laughed. He “crawled” right to my reflection and bumped his head on the mirror.

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