Tonight she threw B a birthday party with her dollhouse in attendance.
She sang songs with B.
She hugged B when the party ended.
The two are really tight. I swear she's installed a tracking device on B.
B kind of smells like wet dog. It's rank, and the emotional roller coaster of giving B a "bath" is enough to put us all on Xanax. I try to sneak B off to the basement for a wash without her knowledge and sometimes it works but lately she is not having it.