Amy found a tiny plastic baby doll in her big sister’s stuff. She spent the day carrying it around, talking to it and feeding it. This afternoon she would drop it down the front of her overalls, jump up and down and if it didn’t appear immediately, look at me and say “Where’s baby?” I’d shake her pants leg, the doll would fall out and Amy would drop it down her pants again. I got tired of this game LONG before Amy did.

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