…and then I sneak-attack tickled her until she relented and admitted I have ‘goddess tier’ tickles, which is apparently a combination of ‘god’ and ‘suspicious’. Eh, I’ll take it.

Part of me recognizes with a pang that her doing Dated Internet Humour at me is one more part of her little kid-ness slipping away – soon, gone will be the days of those intensely surreal child-brained jokes, unique and lovely and inexplicable. But another part of me is kind of excited, because I’m watching her join me in using this shared language of the internet. Like, eventually, she’s going to be cooler than me. That’s really neat to watch.