Today during nap time, Gracie came running up the stairs, crying.
"What happened?" I asked
Then I saw her face.
"What happened?" I asked
Then I saw her face.
And then I laughed and asked again.
"What happened?"
She replied:
"You know that thing. That squishy thing. Livia got it for her birthday. I bite it with my teeth and then I feel wet all over my face!"
I wondered what could this thing possibly be? I couldn't think of what Livia got for her birthday that would make that kind of a mess.
"It's downstairs on my bed," Gracie said.
So I went down there, looked and her bed, and remembered.
"What happened?"
She replied:
"You know that thing. That squishy thing. Livia got it for her birthday. I bite it with my teeth and then I feel wet all over my face!"
I wondered what could this thing possibly be? I couldn't think of what Livia got for her birthday that would make that kind of a mess.
"It's downstairs on my bed," Gracie said.
So I went down there, looked and her bed, and remembered.