Other than the fact that I'm still a bit of a milking cow, she only really has eyes for her father and apparently that's the way it should stay... forever.
Though, I don't like his chances of sheltering her from attention when she's older. She has him wrapped around her little finger and all she'll have to do is batter an eyelid and Daddy will melt.
Even now she crinkles up one corner of her mouth and off he goes, instant puddle of goop!
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