Yesterday after work Mackenzie and I followed our usual routine -- change clothes, get a snack, play. As soon as she had her snack in hand, she kept saying, "Chaw? Chaw?" She was asking where the chalk was. We found the mason jar we use to hold the chalk in her room. She promptly handed her snack back to me, picked up the jar, and toddled off to Chris's…
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