She loves him so much. She calls him "My Lenny." In fact, at the beach a couple of weeks ago, another little girl asked her, "Who's that?" and she cocked her little head and furrowed her little brows and said, "That's my Lenny!" as if, duh, doesn't everyone have a Lenny? How can you not know that's my Lenny?
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