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intellectual capacity
Have just finished reading chapter one of Winnie the Pooh. I told you there wouldn't be very many pictures and that you couldn't read it by yourself (and you said, But when i am big like you mommy, i can read it) and you insisted that i buy it there at the english second-hand bookshop (Why, how, why, could an english second-hand bookshop possibly respect itself at all when it has no Joyce and no Faulkner anywhere in it? Certainly it's a guess what you'll have at any given time, but really? None?) and you loved it. You loved it. I cannot believe you are big enough to enjoy Winnie the Pooh proper. Hope i haven't missed the boat entirely on Now We Are Six.

Also, right now we are both covered in glitter, because you were covered in glitter, and then you said Mommy, you need to have some more glitter and smeared it all over my arms and my black shirt, of course it was black, and i don't even know how much glitter is in my hair that i'll be finding for weeks. Thanks, Play Foam. Thanks. Someday i will go through the erstes basteln book and find something that does not involve any glitter ever.

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