between mommy and babygirl
Sara had never spent much time with her babygirl Kelly, but she adored her nonetheless. The little girl had something special: enormous, curious eyes, a mischievous smile, and a way of speaking so spoiled it made anyone laugh. Every time she said "Mommy," drawing out the words, Sara felt transported back to her own past, because Kelly was exactly like she had been as a little.
That day, she had promised to look after her at home. After finishing all her chores, Sara could finally sit down for a moment to rest. She closed her eyes for just a few seconds, until she heard Kelly's desperate little voice:
"Mommy, I need help, come here!"
Sara jumped up quickly, and when she peeked into the kitchen, she almost burst out laughing. Kelly was perched on the table, her diaper full of poop, completely relaxed.
"Oh, Kelly... you're just like me," she said, giggling.
I looked at her carefully and started cleaning her while telling her stories of when she was little and got up to the exact same mischief. Kelly couldn't stop laughing at every anecdote.
Then Sara remembered something and said, amused,
"I once found a weird toy of my mommy's... it tickled terribly."
Curious, they tried it out by playing with Kelly's privates. The little girl writhed and laughed, moving like a little worm.
"That's exactly how I was!" Sara said, laughing too.
And so, amidst chocolate, tickles, and endless laughter, what seemed like a disaster ended up becoming one of those happy memories that are never forgotten.
