4 months old, our daughter is on the age of dribbling.
You like to call her a dribbler.
That night, when I fall in sleep in your arm,
I found myself dribble all over your arm,
I felt it and laugh, I told you I feel just like her.
But I didn't leave your arm,
I continuing slept in there,
feel protected, feel happy,
to be allowed to dribble, in your arm.
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