She just left the shop, Cloey. She belongs to a friend and is four years old and cute as a button. I instantly fell in love.
Somewhere during the conversation I called her, Honey.
We laughed. I knelt before her and took her into my arms, then said, "Okay, Sweetheart. I'll never again call you Honey."
Her, big smile. Then, "Good. I like Sweetheart. You can call me Sweetheart all day long."
I want a little girl. So bad.