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the child tugs on his mother's skirts & paws at her, as if silently requesting to be lifted 'pon hip. his face was wrought with specks of dirt, & hands leave paw prints a plenty on the lady's gown, but he pushes self 'pon tippy toes, whining at her. ' up! up! up! ' he chants, pouting. ' up, momma! up! '
a smile lights up her features as she gazes down upon her son ; a LAUGH is
quick to follow as she takes in the absolute MESS he’s made of himself ( and
her gown ) . and, of course, she can’t deny him ANYTHING ; she leans down
to pick him up from under his arms, lifting him up and letting him settle familiarly
against her side. a quick kiss is pressed to his temple, and digits sweetly brush
back his golden locks.
“ and what have YOU been into, my love ? you’ve managed to get yourself all
FILTHY, haven’t you ? “