This time she sat down , removed her sandals and peeked out at me through the weathered , paint - peeling slats . And I spent the next 20 minutes or so shooting picture after picture of her . While sitting up there , she found a small stick - and who knew the kind of fun that could be had with something so simple ... You can poke it through the slats at your Mommy . You can drop it through the cracks of the boards of the platform that you 're sitting on and hope that some invisible force of nature ( or Mommy ) will return it to you .

Question: How do I feel about her ?
Answer: I dislike her .None of the above choices .I think she 's disgusting .I love her with all my heart .