Tonight as I sat on Wheels's bed and let him rub my belly, he said, "My hands just LOVE your belly. But they don't know you. They don't have eyes. They don't have eyes or a mouth or a nose, so they don't know you. But I know you."
"But they're part of you, aren't they? And they sure know my belly," I said.
"Yes, they think your belly is their playground, and they LOVE to play on it."
"Good night," I said. "I'll see you in the morning."
"But my hands aren't done playing on their playground yet!"
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