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Little Che takes after Big Che, er, vice versa

I've never really paid attention to the way Cherish puts lotion on, but Willow has.
Willow observes everything.
After a shower over the weekend, Cherish put lotion on her legs, and wee Willow was there to watch. As Mommy started dressing in the adjacent bedroom, Willow grabbed the bottle of lotion and acted as if she were squeezing lotion on her hands.
Then she clapped her hands together, bent over and started rubbing the imaginary lotion up and down her legs.
Willow did it over and over, squeezing the lotion on her hands, clapping her hands, bending over and rubbing the stuff up and down her legs.
Cherish and I cackled while Willow worked diligently on babying her baby skin.
I pointed out to Cherish that Willow was clapping after putting the lotion on her hands.
"Do I do that?" Cherish said.
"I don't know, but you must."
Of course, Cherish is a bit self-conscious about it now, and she claims she paid attention while she put the lotion on her legs this morning. She claims she doesn't clap before applying it to her legs.
I don't know.
I think Willow has to be pretty spot on when mimicking her mommy.
After all, wee Willow is a the spitting image of Cherish (I call one "Little Che" and the other "Big Che," Willow being "Big Che," of course).

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