*knock knock.*
Nem: Who is it?
Me: Dada.
What?
Mago says he’s sorry, and if I hurt your feelings, I’m sorry too, and I want to give you a hug.
Long pause.
Nem: Hug my toes.
Me: What?
Nem: I’m putting them under the door.
Me, (unable to restrain laughter) : What?!
Nem: I’m trying to.
Me: I can’t see or reach them at all.
Still not there . . . my fingers, then. I’ll put them under the door.
Three of her fingers appear palm-up under the door. I reach down and press my fingers on them, laughing.