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Archive for September, 2008

Mom picks me up from day care early. “Do you want to have lunch with Mom and Dad?” she asks me.
Yeah! I say.
We drive up to a window and buy a bag of food. Then we drive to where Mom and Dad work. There on the lawn are two big red ramps. And two big [...]

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Hearts, I squeal. Three hearts.
“Where?” Mom asks.
I point to the plant that grows by the back yard steps.
There, I say.

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A. Little Bo Peep
B. Jolly Green Giant

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I sit on a hill and look down. Leaves cover the ground. They have flown from their perch in the trees and have come to rest in the still-green grass.
The leaves are crisp. Their curled edges hide spots of red and gold on their bellies. I see only the browns of their back sides.
I bet [...]

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I have not pooped in a few days. So Mom gives me prune juice. “Purple juice,” she calls it. And she puts it in my purple cup.
I like purple. So I like purple juice. In my purple cup.
I drink and drink.
And I poop. In my big girl potty.
“Wow,” Mom says.
“Wow,” Dad says.
“I think it all [...]

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I put on a piece of clothing that Mom wears. It’s like under wear. But for the top.
I prance around and laugh.
It makes Mom and Dad laugh, too.

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Pockets. I love pockets.
I can stick my hands in them. My toys in them. Even rocks.
What would I do if I did not have pockets?

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