“With bells on.  Love you, too.”

     She went over to the staircase, and yelled up.

     “Let’s go, Chickie!  The bus will be here any minute!”

     “Coming, Mom!”

     Her beautiful, teenage daughter bounded down the stairs, skipping the last two, by jumping.  You could hear it around the whole house.

     “What took you so long this morning, Miss Chickie?”

     “Oh, my blush got too dark, so I was trying to wipe some off, then that was too much, and I had to put some more on to even it up.  Total disaster, Mom.”

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