Caleb ate lunch, mostly using his fingers.
“Can we wash your hands?”
He walked to the sink and held his arms up.
While I changed his diaper, I sang,
“Clap your hands, all you peoples,”
And he clapped his hands.
And when he escaped from me
During said diaper change, and I told him, “Come,”
He ran the other way.
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