A taste of my own medicine

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Last night while putting Angel to bed:

Angel: Mama go!

Me: I’m not ready to go yet.

Angel: MAMA GO!

Me: Angel, I will go when I’m ready.  Now you have to give me a kiss.

Angel: No.

Me: Pllleeeeeease. I need a kiss.

Angel: No.

Me: I’ll be so sad if I don’t get a kiss.

(Tickling)

Angel: MAMA! I will when I’m ready.

(Silence)

(Laugther and more tickling)

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