sugar and spice and all that was nice. that was exactly who she was. all pink and ruffles and poofiness. and i loved every inch of her girlishness. after all these boys, a little girl was just the thing i thought i needed. she had the same needs and desires as the boys, only she had them in pink and princess mode. with sequins and marabou and hair bows. she was as much work as all of the boys put together, full of herself and everyone else. and we loved her desperately! all of us, the boys, her daddy and me. we inhaled her pink sugary smell, her pink princess-y clothes, her spicy attitude and we needed her, just as much as she needed us.
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