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fleaCasper crowned the evening with another gem. mr. flea was getting her ready for bed (I was crashed out already) and she was fighting all the way. He said a couple of times, "Casper, I need you to cooperate with me." Finally I came into the room and said, "What's going on here?" Casper immediately replied, "Daddy's not cooperating with me." We both dissolved in giggles. I mean, from her perspective, it was true.