The muslin blanket drifts overhead. She squeals in delight. “‘Addy,” she says, “‘gen.”
I lift the blanket and wave it high before swooping it down over her face. Searching the room, I cry out: “Where’s Ellis? Ellis…Ellis?”
“Hmm…is she in here?” I rip the blanket away and am blinded by a toothless grin nestled between rotund cheeks.
“‘Addy,” she says, “‘gen.”
I am intoxicated with delight.