[minute] Waiting in a basket

May, 2009. She was seven months old. I’d plonked her into the laundry basket while I finished cooking dinner so she wouldn’t crawl into trouble. Or crawl between my feet while I cooked. She liked feet. Especially D’s feet. She’d always crawl up on stealthy knees while he read or worked and she’d lick his toes and make him jump.

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