The time has come to speak again of ears.
I have been very pleased that M's ears are well within normal parameters, lie flat on the side of her head, and, should she become a swimmer and choose not to wear a swim cap, will not serve as a significant source of drag.
I thought this was a cause for universal celebration and joy. But apparently Leo has been wishing for a child that had somewhat flappier ears, and is trying to accomplish this covertly, by training her ears to go out. Observe the process:
He first captures the hands.
He then nabs the unsuspecting ears.
He stretches them to full extension, and says "Who's a cute little monkey?"
(She is, of course, a cute little monkey).
His final step is to dodge the punch that she throws at him for trying to deform her natural beauty.
She doesn't punch all that hard, and far more often hits herself than her intended target, so he's pretty safe.
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