Cross that bridge when I come to it

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Pants on, pants off

I can help dress myself. I can pull on my pants. And take off my pants.

Mom is proud of my new skill.

“The better to potty with,” she says.

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It’s my potty

Mom buys me a small chair. It has a hole in the seat.

Potty? I ask.

“Yes,” Mom says. “It’s your potty.”

Okay, I say.

“Will she use it?” Dad asks.

“We’ll see,” says Mom.

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Daddy’s house

Dad has a small house in the back yard. He goes in and out of this house all the time.

Daddy’s house? I ask Mom as I point to it.

“Yes,” Mom says, “It’s where he keeps his yard tools.”

Okay, I say.

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So that’s what a brownie is

Dad pours a box of brown mix into a bowl. Then an egg. And water.

He gets a big spoon to stir it. I grab a small spoon to help.

“We are making brownies,” Dad says.

Okay, I say.

Dad pours the mix in a pan and puts it in the oven.

Mom pulls the pan out and lets it cool.

“Do you want a brownie?” Mom asks.

No, I say.

“No?” Mom asks. “It’s chocolate.”

Oh! I say. Yes!

Now, why didn’t she say it was chock-lit in the first place?!

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Slime ball

I pick up and throw the red ball. The big dog runs after the ball as it bounces down the drive way.

The big dog runs back to me with the ball in her mouth.

“Drop it!” Mom says. And the big dog drops the ball at my feet.

I pick it up to throw it again. But is is wet. A slime sort of wet.

Ewwww, I squeal. Wash hands! Wash hands!

I drop the ball and run to the house.

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A budding class clown

I stand on the seat of a chair.

“Sit down,” Mom says. “I don’t want you to fall.”

I throw my arms up in the air and wave them. I scream as if I fell. Ahhhhhhh! Eeeeee!

“Funny,” Mom scowls. “Real funny.”

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