Wednesday
My Woody
After getting my daughter home from school she sat down next to me and said:
"Sharif (a boy in her class that she likes or who likes her - I can't really tell from her daily stories) said he's my friend today."
"That's nice, baby." I said.
"Today, he showed me his woody."
"He did?"
"Yes, it was little and it was hard."
I paused, looked up from what I was doing and looked at her. "Woody from Toy Story, right?"
"Uh huh."
I had to laugh.
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