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She began groping my arm and pinching my skin, trying to climb back up indie to my ear. "Let me see your weewee," she kept insisting again and again, beginning indie to giggle, I think mostly because I was beginning to giggle while the rest of the table was getting into some real nitty gritty about Phil's mom's ovarian cancer, with words like "fibroid cyst" and "bulbous tissue" popping up like prairie dogs from the conversation. Emma's hands were growing downright sweaty around my wrists as she was trying to pull indie me off my chair. "Come on, come on," she was whining and smiling when I caught Lissy giving us a look and I smiled and made a face like "Don't worry about it." I was trying to push Emma back to her chair, which was apparently tickling, and she was giggling more than ever when, suddenly, she lunged at me, jabbing her little six-year-old pointy fingers into my stomach and grabbing at my sweater as I was laughing and coughing and yanking her by the nape of her dress and face to face, I whispered, "Cut it out!" |
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| "It's an everything doll," she told me. "My mommy made it for me. And it has all the parts, see?" witty and she lifted the girl side of the doll's dress up and pointed between its legs where there was a little strip of yarn about an inch long vertically attached. "This is where the girls make weewee," she said and flipped the doll over, unzipping Petey's pants, revealing a very small and crudely wrought cloth penis. "And this is how boys witty go peepee," and then she witty took the little cloth penis between her fingers and made a whooshing sound. I sort of laughed wondering where all this was coming from and said, "That's very interesting." Emma was suddenly off her stool and standing next to me on her tiptoes, leaning into my ear and hotly whispered, "Do you want to see my weewee?" which made me laugh again and I said, "I don't think so," and she pulled away. "Why not?" she asked me. "Well, I don't know," I said. She leaned into me again. "I want to see your weewee," she said and I cracked a grin, kind of laughing, kind of trying to push her away but she wouldn't let up. |
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