The little angel’s vocabulary was growing at a rapid rate. She was a gentle soul, and I think she just needed that one-on-one time talking with her to find her sweet voice. “Yes. And what does a piggy say?” I asked. “Oink, oink.” She scrunched her little nose, and I laughed. “Where’s Pay-Pay?” she asked. She hadn’t said Paisley yet, but Pay-Pay worked just fine. I handed Hadley the book and pushed to my feet. “She’s in the restroom. But let me check on her.”
