every night, reagan wants to hear stories about me as a child or about her as a baby. i began telling her a story of playing with my sister in our shared room as a child. she asked about our room and i gave her details of our rooms. i described to her how my brother grew up and moved out of my parents house, then my sister, and then me. one day, i told her, you will too grow up and move out, have your own family, your own house. emphatically, she told me no and that she always wanted to live with me. awww, how i would love to keep her little and living with me forever.