Today was soccer practice. Coach Jason told me to go after the ball, not the person. I also tried my hand at playing defense. It really should read 'defense' the way I play it.
I was pretty tired when I got home so I ate dinner and then went to bed soon after. Suddenly, I screamed for mommy after being asleep for an hour. She ran upstairs to find me reaching with both arms for her.
She asked what was wrong and I told her I got my hand stuck.
She said, "Your head?"
"No, my hand."
"Which one?
"This one!" as I reached it up to Mommy to show her my "stuck" hand that mysteriously freed itself.
True story.
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