“Mumma, the mirror you is moving. That’s so funny,” the little girl giggled looking at her mom dressing up. The mother looked at her with a smile and said, “That’s what reflections do, baby, they move like you move.” “Mine doesn’t”, the little girl said with a puzzled look on her tiny face. “Mine just stays where she is and watches me as I move about the day. Sometimes she comes out and plays with me, too.”
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