We had a barbecue at Rod and Tonya's place, with a few families. Olive was there. She's the closest kid to my age I hang with. Usually we don't 'play' together - but tonight we had a great time. Until she grabbed my face.
Ow!
Did I let her, and everyone else, know I didn't like it.
Dad came and rescued me, but I soon forgot about the incident and we went back to blowing raspberries on the glass, and doing all the things that 17 month olds think is cool.
Until I got face grabbed again.
And again.
Someone said it's probably because I'm so cute, and irresistable to the ladies.
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