Grandma, 'Do you have friends?'Hannah, 'yes.'Grandma, 'How many friends do you have?'Hannah, holding up 2 fingers, 'Three.'Grandma, 'That is two, this is three.' Holding up three fingers.Hannah.'No. See.' Holding up 4 fingers, 'one, one, one, one.'I guess each friend is one.
Fleta said the mother called and said Hanna was better. good.
2 comments:
There's nothing more upsetting than to see a child sick. I'm glad she's better.
She can bake a chocolate cake...she can bake a cherry pie...she can cook a smile!
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