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Gloria certainly has her father's obsessive, constantly-in-motion energy.  I turn around to edit photos for a minute and when I return, her hand is wrist-deep in a container of petroleum jelly that she dragged out of her diaper bag.  I look out the window and glance back to see her pouring and then eating puffs out of her father's shoe.  Two seconds go by when I'm not right with her and she has  somehow slapped my phone browser to a Russian porn site.

Life is busy.