Katerina is seven and loves her polka-dotted dress with striped tights.
Sitting at the computer, she plays a game. The house is dead silent, save the turning of the pages of Jane Eyre in my lap. Out of the silence, comes a mournful sigh.
In a forlorn and wistful voice, she lets out, "Amy, ninjas have all the fun."
This is by far my favorite moment of today.
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