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Come Here, Come Here, Go Away

DAILY SNACK

Irene’s morning naps are shrinking.

So I’ve been trying to sneak away to the computer

To take care of a bit of work

All morning.

After about 30 seconds,

Irene comes toddling over,

Arms out-stretched.

I scoop her onto my lap and she struggles to get down.

She needs me to play with her.

Until it’s time to change her diaper.

Now she’s tearing off across the apartment completely bottomless.

She can’t get far enough away from me.

By Rebecca Cuneo Keenan

Rebecca Cuneo Keenan is a writer who lives in Toronto with her husband and three children.