Recently, a delightful little one came by with her parents. She was cheerfully bubbly as usual despite being a little tired.
Watching her stirred up the little child in me. (Or was it the former Sunday School teacher? Whatever.)
I started tossing cushions at her. Amazingly, she sat there without fuss. (Or was she in shock?)
More and more the cushions flew towards her.
I started to chant with each toss, "Where is Tina?"
"Where is Tina?" and another pillow landed.
Till she was no longer visible and I had run out of cushions.

And asked for more!
Needless to say, she wasn't keen to go home even though we went through umpteen rounds of this.
The last I heard, on the next trip into the car to go out, she insisted her parents take her to our place again...!
Did I mention I like children visiting?
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