Nicki’s hair style

I clutch a bunch of hair clips in my fist and seek the big dog. I find her in the next room.
Nicki, I say as I sit down next to her. The big dog nudges me with her nose.
I take one clip from my hand and put it on the big [...]

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How I try to get my way

When Mom tells me no, I scream and cry for Dad.
When Dad tells me no, I scream and cry for Mom.
When both tell me no, I just scream and cry.

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One way to say “I’m sorry”

I bop Mom on the head.
“Ouch!” Mom says.
I lean in and kiss her boo-boo.

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I look like Marley

Mom combs my hair.
No, no, I whine. Ow!
But Mom does not stop.
When Mom is done, she tells to me look at what she did. I look in the mirror.
I have tails. In my hair.
Mah-lee, I squeal.
Mom laughs. “Yes,” she says, “you look like Marley.”

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Patience is not my virtue

A small girl walks on a high beam in gym class. I let her get half way to the end.
Then I call out to her. All done, I say. My turn. My turn.
I wish it was my turn all the time.

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Oh my galoshes

Now that spring is here, I do not need my snow boots to stomp in snow. I need a pair of rain boots to splash in puddles. So Mom and Dad buy me a pair.
My rain boots are blue. Just like my snow boots. And the rain boots match my spring coat. (I like to [...]

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My white cloth

I like my diapers. A lot.
I hold them. And hug them. And treat them with love like my stuffed toys.
I put some in each room of the house. Just so they are there when I want them.
“Why?” Dad asks.
“I don’t know,” Mom shrugs.

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