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Remember back in the day, when I thought that Hotspur was learning kung fu? Last night, she stood on the changing table and threw a perfect reverse punch at my nose, while making a noise like a very cute, very grunty kiai. Evidently her big brother has been teaching her to fist bump, and evidently she has sort of missed the point.

Also, y'all should know that she is mad at me. I put her to bed. That's like abandoning her on the Spartan hillside. Pillows, blankies, a snuggly frog and central heating are insignificant differences! If she was on the Spartan hillside, she wouldn't have a toothbrush there, either, so the two things are exactly the same.

But in other news, she has the most astounding vocabulary of hugs.