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?
2 comments:
Good Job Jack!! You didn't even stick some up her nose like your Aunt Lisa did when she fed your Mommy when she was a baby! Keep up the good work!
Love ya!
Grammie
She only gets one bite? Poor Nora!
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