DAILY SNACK

The little girl picked up the big orange shovel.

She looked sheepishly C’s way, eyebrows raised.

He looked past her and ran over to a toy tractor.

Five minutes later I remind him that it’s time to go,

And that we should gather our toys.

He looks up, then panics.

“Hey! That’s my shovel! She’s playing with MY shovel!”

Sigh. “Really? You didn’t see her pick it up? You weren’t even playing with it.”

We retrieve the shovel and go home to see Grandma.

“I shared my shovel with a girl,” he boasts.

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