She does explore with a push of feet and climbing and she wants to read and we fight about it. So I say, "Okay. You read that one and I read this one."
And I read it to the cat puppet and the cat puppet and I make a big deal of my book.
"Mine," she points.
So I give it to her.
I used to fight with him because he would want to read the book about the farm equipment and I was all Horton and Seuss at that time but then I read Seuss last night.
Today I am grateful for shrimp, cake, writers, books, a birthday and a call from him.
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