There's lots of hugging in baseball. No crying, but hugging's ok.
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Now that I am five years old--a whole hand, as it were--I see the world in a different light. Sometimes, it's the nightlight as I try to read in bed long past my bedtime, in clear defiance of my parents. Sometimes it's the light from the oven, as it cooks my delicious chicken nuggets. Sometimes it's the light coming from my new Star Wars Clone Turbo Tank; how does one brush his teeth without the accompaniment of a Clone Turbo Tank?
A Few of My Favorite Things
- Star Wars--One of these days, I've got to see the movie
- Dinosaurs. Who cares if they're extinct?
- Chicken Nuggets, PB&J, pasta. That's it--nothing else.
- Hot Wheels, Hot Rods, and Hot Bods
- Showing my sister who's boss--and it isn't her.
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