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Mom falls to sleep. But I stay up.
And play with stickers.

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I grab Mom’s hand. I lace my fingers around her fingers. And squeeze.
Mom squeezes me back.

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Three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, I chant.
Mom perks up. “Did you just count to ten?” she asks.
“One, two, three…,” Mom prompts.
Three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, I say.

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When I ask for ice, Mom hands me a band aid.
Thank you, I say.
Mom knows what I mean.

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Outside, NOW, I yell when I want to go out to play.
Juice, NOW, I whine when I want my drink.
Up, NOW, I beg when I want to be held.
“It is not nice the way you use the word ‘now,’” Mom says. “‘Please’ is a good word. ‘Now’ is a bad word.”

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Two, I say when I see two cups.
Two, I say when I play with two of my dolls.
I count one, two, each time I see a pair.

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Up, up, I call out to Dad.
Dad lifts me up high. So high I can feel the sky on the soles of my feet.

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