Wonderboy sees that his baby sister has spit up a little, so he trots off to find a burp cloth. He brings it to her, dabs her mouth, then touches his free hand to her chin, flat-palmed, and pulls the hand out and away—helping her sign “thank you.”
“Hank oo,” he says, in case I missed it.
I’m glad I didn’t.
And suddenly it was June.
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