I 'ttached onto you.
Held your hand
Putting things/stuffies away
There's too many buddies.
Mommy can be the paint-ist.
Fingernail painter
Hallie is my sweet darling.
Don't do that, Hallie. You'll break your head and have to go to the hospital so they can fix it.
Scared to go upstairs, gathering courage
But I think God's there!
I had much time in fun!
And I pooped in the potty, don'tcha know!
Come back here, my darling! Chasing a runaway water bead
Wearing a pencil behind her ear. Like Mommy.
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