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Then these little girls are in high chairs a bit older. Do they both want to drink out of what my mother calls A Big Girl Cup? No, not my sister, the small fair one, who scrunches up her nose in protest. But I like to stick my whole face in the cup, I’m watching little me, her tiny pink tongue, and both parents laughing, saying, Look at Liska, Look at Ishy, what a silly Ishy girl.
