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Sunday, January 15, 2012


Henry's drawing, his crayons scattered all over the living room floor for easy access, I suppose.

Henry: Mama! I drawing a horsie!
Me: What's your horsie doing?
Henry: Eating grass all by himself.

(Henry abruptly stops coloring).
Henry: OK, Mama. That's it. I'm done coloring now. I have no more energy left to burn out.

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