"Plop, plop" she frantically says as we walk past the table at Oma's house. I look around in confusion. In an attempt to distract I put her in her chair for snack. No good, the tears start. Off we go in search of whatever "plop, plop" is. I quickly discover she eagle eyed a lollipop and will not be deterred. Back to the chair once more, this time "plop, plop" in hand. Now she's one happy kid.
Saturday, August 7, 2010
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"Plop, plop" she frantically says as we walk past the table at Oma's house. I look around in confusion. In an attempt to distract I put her in her chair for snack. No good, the tears start. Off we go in search of whatever "plop, plop" is. I quickly discover she eagle eyed a lollipop and will not be deterred. Back to the chair once more, this time "plop, plop" in hand. Now she's one happy kid.
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