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This morning we went to Target. Dom, having the holiday off, came with us and drove. I usually park in the parking garage (yes, our Target has a garage) but Dom pulled into the lot instead. Bella, however, was having none of it. She started crying.

I knew exactly why she was crying, my little creature of habit. I had to explain to Dom and he was not thrilled with having to re-park. “OCD!” he exclaimed. And then from the back of the car we heard a little voice piping, “O. C. D.” Sophie echoing everything she hears these days.

Ok, maybe it isn’t quite as funny when you don’t hear it in Sophie’s voice. But it was hilarious.

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