I was playing with Roby this evening by bobbling my head. I’d loll my head down then jerk it back up with a different funny face, over and over and she’d giggle. Until she got too close and I ended up bonking her nose, which was quite upsetting to her, and to me. I felt so unforgivable hurting her like that, it was awful.

It occured to me as I was brought near to tears by her tears that I both love Roby, and really like her.

This is a joke my mom would often make with us. That she both loved and liked us. I feel like there’s a reference to the movie Fences and it’s famous monologue.

Maybe I like spending time with Roby so much because I love her so much. There aren’t many people I love as much as Roby, so spending time with her is a real treat. Really there’s only one person, and that’s Abby, and that’s different. 

It’s the responsbility of spending time with Roby and not accidentally bopping her face is what makes it such a treat, I think. Responbility’s the real secret to everything.