Dear One has always been a term of endearment in my family. Once when my father called Phoebe "Dear One," she began repeating it, singing it really, as she ran around the house.
Phoebe was so excited to pick Scutter up from the vet today. When we got home, she invited him into her bed where she read Grace for President to him. While it didn't make for a great nap, it was awfully sweet.
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