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My yeg! My yeg! The adorable beckoning of my 15 months old niece, on whoever can come to the rescue of her foot, from the evil grains of sand that has laid siege on it. She’s totally helpless; her life is an extension of ours in varying degrees. What can she do without us... she’s totally helpless. But I think she sees it contrarily, when she looks at us, she sees her personal cook/feeder, her designated carrier and dandler, her laundry person, her butt cleaner and a whole retinue of staff living to meet her needs. Do we get tired sometimes, yes, are we going to stop, no. Her life is also ours, she’s our investment in the future, she carries all the good traits that poisoned our lives and wields the formula for our perfect progeny, or so we would like to think. We contemplate her future, the schools she would attend, the sports she'll play (that a no brainer- football), and other futuristic events of her life that are within our control. In a separate event that happene