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Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Thoughts on five.

M: Tomorrow we get to meet some new friends. 
H: I think they're different friends. 
M: Right. They're different friends who will be at your 5-year-old school. 
H: Hmm. I don't know about that. That's weird. 
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H: I think that little girl was afraid of me because I am 5. (Little girl was crying because she fell.)
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H: That little guy on his tricycle didn't say hello. He didn't see me. But I was friendly. ... Maybe he was afraid because I'm five.

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