She’s Her Father’s

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Charlie found the tiny chewed up head of a toy horse figure on the counter today, the victim of our occasionally mouthy pit bull.

Charlie: Oh no! Neville ate my horsey. Oh no!

Daddy: Aw. Yeah, sweetie, I’m sorry.

Charlie: *lowers her voice and looks down* Goddamnit, Neville.

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