Tonight as I was putting Laine to bed she said she wanted to tell me a story instead of me telling her one. Here is her story:
Once upon a time I had a trumpet and I would blow to it with my mouth and . . . umm . . . play it with my fingers. Jacob has a Spiderman glove. At Jacob’s house there was a . . .umm . . . guy with no face . . .and, umm . . . his Spiderman gun made noises . . .umm . . . the end.
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