Sunday, September 02, 2007
Doesn't Work as Well Both Ways
As Clara Grace’s mommy helped her put on her pajamas one morning in early March, the little girl groped helpfully to find the hole for her head. As she worked, she commented to herself, “Where’s my head? Where’s my head?” And as she popped through the opening she exclaimed triumphantly, “Oh, there’s my head!”
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