Easter morning means buckwheat pancakes made by Super Grandpa in their new kitchen that looks great. Yummy pancakes! I'm standing guard to make sure that no one tries to swipe the first batch. They're all mine!
No, Grandma. Don't distract me while they take my pancakes. They're mine!
Now that I'm well fed, it's story time. Nope, don't need your help. I can read it myself. If only I could hold it upright by myself. Oops!
Gotta practice my waving. Can I master this skill before tomorrow's doctor's appointment? I sure hope so, but strongly doubt it.
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